His Mailbox

I found his name written in big, overplayed letters,
Eating up the mailbox that was supposed to be ours.

He never mentioned it.

There wasn't even room for a V,
Let alone an I or a C.

He never intended to share this place.

Now he's shouting that I have to leave,
'But we could still get married!' He touts as some sort of defense.

How many mailboxes would he take if he knew that I were trapped?