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Sweetheart, don't blame me if I'm not the typical girl.
I won't tip toe around puddles,
I'll pull you in with me.
I won't pick around my food,
I'll pile my plate high.
I won't be embarrassed to make a stupid face.
I'll open up like a book in front of you,
And I'll be yours to read.
I'll do all this only if you do the same for me.
At some point he must have liked me enough to call everyday,
Thoughts of me clouded his sanity and I liked it
He could barely go 6 hours without hearing my laughter
*He made me laugh even harder
He was my rainbow, I was his sunshine
Does he now live shrouded in darkness?
Or has technology provided him illumination?
I had the best valentine with him,
He made me feel special in everyway then,
Am I still that wonderful person he used to talk to?
Or these words we said to each other were vain and empty?
How could he go on and ignore me like we never happened?
Is it normal to feel this broken with constant thoughts of him?
I guess I was just some girl who thrilled him at some point.
They constantly told me
that my first love

would be a handsome boy
who'd save me

or a pretty girl
who'd hold me.

So I searched the world
for another,

never knowing that
my first love

should have been
me.
We come here every evening
Circle up our chairs
Like cowboys with their wagons
To explain the poets world out there

Our very words keep us on the outer edge
Always running through our minds
Not sure what cure it is we're looking for
Hoping that cure we never find

Yes, this is Poets Anonymous
We exclaim it one by one
Hi, my name is   "    "  and I'm a poet
On a journey that's never done

Searching for that masterpiece
That eludes us all the same
It's that one that keeps us digging deep
Every single minute of every single day

It's hidden in this pen somewhere
We're all sure of that fact
A lucky few have found it once
And go to great lengths to get it back

So here we huddle in our circle
All with the same curse that is at play
Poets Anonymous is for all of us
Where a poets suffering is our fate
Dear Nick,
I'm really quite sorry that I'm bad at this relationship thing
Please realize that I expected to never be loved and live with 75 cats
And I half expect you to start laughing and say "This was all a social experiment!"
But for you, I'm trying to be better at this relationship thing

Dear Nick,
I'm sorry it took me so long to call you back
You see, I have a crippling phone anxiety
and whenever I have to call someone I have a panic attack
But even if it takes pacing for 30 minutes, I'll always call you back

Dear Nick,
Sorry that I pulled back that day you tried to kiss me
And then made a dumb excuse how your breath smelled like popcorn
It didn't, and even if it did I wouldn't have minded
And now the only time your lips are on mine are in my dreams

Dear Nick,
I'm sorry I'm bad at expressing my feelings
And I can only tell you 'I love you' in cryptic rhymes in written word
And I'm writing you this poem you'll never see
But just know, you've been a huge inspiration to me

Dear Nick,
I'm sorry I say sorry for everything
I'm just so used to ******* up things
But I must be doing something right
Because you still loved me through anything
Maybe I'm not too bad at this relationship thing
To Nick, thank you for being my muse, almost all of the "you's"' in my poetry are him.

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