Love Poem: Bank of Idiot

Bank of Idiot

BANK OF IDIOT
Hey mate, you're in the bank of idiots. You had the lady and acted out of character. Do you regret your actions? The art is in your house with positive sentiments off the lady. Signed with love and kisses, like her letter was. Do you still keep the letter and read it? What do you feel? I bet you like her art; it reminds you of your brief time together. 

In the pub she talked to you because you lost your dad, common ground. She told me you were cold to her and smirked when she left the pub. Next time she'll blank you. It's your loss. I fully understand the implications of life; it doesn’t mean my sentiments are good...