Why no, I didn’t mean what I said
In that worthless piece of—
Paper that I folded and scented and sent to you
On Valentine’s Day.
Of course I didn’t mean it when I said
That your voice was seeping into my soul
And mending all the cracks that threaten to break me.
Or that your smile was like rain on my parched heart,
And that your eyes were the stars of my night sky.
Alright, I’m sorry that I wrote you down as a cliché.
You know you’re nothing like the hackneyed phrases
I used in that letter,
You know that I can’t envelope you in a metaphor
And seal it with some bad poetry.
I didn’t mean a word of it, I swear.
Well, except the part where I told you that I
Loved you.
That part, I actually did
Mean.
