every painful experience with you
was like a tap on a typewriter key

it began as a letter or two
and two quickly turned to three

and before i knew it
there were pages and pages
of what i thought was a growing love

only to find
that whom i held closest
never thought i was enough

and so novels were written
letter by letter
in longs days and longer nights

and it took me a trilogy to see he didn't love me

but he did, infact, love to write

- l.f.