This is a love letter to all the love letters that I don't receive anymore

The flowers at my doorstep have withered and died

I have those letters...they're around here somewhere... I know I wouldn't throw them away...

Oh! Here they are - crumpled and worn, here, let me straighten them out

My eyes fall over the words written in your font, the inky black pen leaving it's imprint of you

Your vocabulary is extensive, I'll give you that, but what I read today is fluff

You're words sound like filler, like you're reading from a text book

I can't help but laugh to myself at the thought of ever falling for such ingenuity

You have a knack for luring girls in, I can see that, but keeping them is a different game

The empty words only go so far, pretty soon they will be able to see that somewhere within you a light has been turned off

Once they see it they won't be able to unsee it

They will fight and kick and scream because, "He's perfect!"

But your light have been turned off and there is nothing left but self preservation in your eyes

A primal animalistic streak, stuck in fight or flight

I hear animals have a 6th sense that kicks in when they are being mauled in the wild

This sense protects them from feeling a thing, their eyes glaze over, they stop fighting, they feel nothing

I see this in you, my love

You're stuck somewhere, somewhere that I can't reach, that nobody can reach

You're being eaten alive by your own teeth

Yes, I don't receive love letters anymore

The flowers at my door are brittle to the touch

But I would trade that any day

Because I'm no longer your prey