I'm sorry for all the poems
they mean I didn't talk to you
I'm sorry that a lot of them are wrong
making me sound destitute
There is no hate between us
there's simply no room
but the past through our thick locks
we are trying to groom
I want to think of the future
I want you to think of it, too
not as teenagers clinging in rebellion
but as beings learning the true
meaning of what it is
to live
to love
to grow
and to know
other avenues that are bigger than us
to learn from them
and maybe, just maybe
I'll find you in a coffee shop playing music
and I'll be sipping tea
and we'll have learned that there's more to life
than what appears romantically.