I'm more attractive in the form of a letter. There's no stuttering and no 'uh' in the place of 'I love you', only ink spills that can be disguised as abstract mistakes, but beautiful nonetheless. Maybe you were too afraid to make the drive and tell me to my needy and confused face or maybe you just didn't want to smell the orange juice and Marlboro's on my breath when you get to the point and all I do is stare blankly at you with my mouth open.