it is devastating
I should know this by now
depressing, even, to speak
to a man.
because he flatters you
and makes your heart beat--
thmpthump, thmpthump
--until it beats for only him.
but sometimes, I think,
he only likes me when he is drunk,
or perhaps he is just very shy sober,
but he is still amazing.
even so, I am left alone at the
post office, with letters
that are filled with hearts
that all returned
unopened.