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.