Snail mail



you say you didn’t get my letters,
but I saw ‘em on your dresser,
lookin’ opened
and all,

I know my love
is confusing,
doll,

but I write you
to try and set myself
straight

“trouble, trouble,”
you say, “you’re
dangerous”

I laugh,
put my hands in my pockets,
“you compliment me so”

“was it worth it,"
you ask

“what,” I say

“y’know, leavin’ me,”

I shake my head, “naw,
I don’t suspect it was,”

but you don’t hug me,
you don’t kiss me,
just say, “I thought
you’d say that”

I hang my head,
and I want to take back
those letters,
‘cause they musta been
misaddressed