i wanted it to be
like a love letter
each word carefully placed
like i'd trace it
on your lower backbut like most things
no matter how much i try
it usually doesn't takei wrote fifty three of them
sometimes in the shower
at times late at night
each one about for and on youbut in the end
none of them would fit
it was either too long
rushed out
missing something
or too cornyso i dubbed them the
haikus of a failure
oh the irony