What this letter is not, (In five parts).

Part I

This isn't a love letter.

It should be,

but it isn't, 

because we don't do things like that anymore.

Things that can't be sold,

things that aren't for the entire world,

that are just for one person,

besides ourselves.

(I only write for you)

Part II

This isn't a love letter,

because I'm not in love.

I should be, 

but I'm not.

We aren't meant for those things,

the ones like me.

We're ancient islands 

sinking in the sea.

(Please repair my damage)

Part III

This isn't a love letter,

because there's too much history,

and I know you too well.

You're not a stranger,

I've seen your ugly.

You knew I loved you,

but held her anyway,

dancing too close.

(But we laugh about her now.)

Part IV

This isn't a love letter,

because I'm out of your league,

plain and simple.

You won't get me any closer to a Harvard degree,

I can't put you on my application.

So what's the point.

The world has stolen away our pointless indulgences

like love. 

(Yet, I never liked the world.)

Part V

This isn't a love letter,

because I'm waiting for you to make it one. 

(Maybe you will.)