Swallowed Sayonara

It'll be so funny, Love
at our nuptials
when I mentally confess
to responding
to your drunken masquerades
even though
you wouldn't
do the same for me
sober.

And then like wilted letters
foreign fibs go
to the scar massage party
where your envy comes out.

When we exchange vows
I'll mean every word
wondering where
to send the Thank You Hallmark
since your RSVP
won't have a stamp either.

Stills sang of eagles and doves
the lusterless side of love
and until now seemed the sellout.

You say you've got
high expectations
for me
but I'm not sure
whom that means
well knowing whom it isn't.

"Repent
for the Kingdom of Heaven
is at hand."