Sorry Dear Ex.

It's been a while,

It's been a while we had a heart to heart talk.

When did distance start affecting distance.

I must have lost my manners because I forgot to ask how you are?

I get selfish sometimes.

I get self oriented sometimes I forget self.

Have I really changed or I'm still that same old carefree being you once knew from way back?

Did my flirtatious ways make your insecurities insecure?

I wasn't doing it on purpose, and that's for certain.

I guess I'll shift the blame to my free spirited self.

Same old me, I never own up to my wrongs.

Maybe I didn't want to be the reason when things go wrong,

But was I wrong with all my doings?

You know I really hate when you cry,

But I adore our make up moments.

When we snuggle up on each other,

I kiss you sorry and you do the same.

Does your mom still mention my name every now and then?

Damn I love her and how she'd always check up on me,

Guess she really got it for the boy!

I can only look at her with words of appreciation from beneath the strands of my hair.

I really could get spoken in silence.

I see your tear drop,

With all smiles your face can hold.

And I know you'd probably kill for the boy,

I'll let your insecurities play my insecure,

Now I find myself playing the I miss you,

Game when really all I need is you.

This is me talking about the present whereas it's in the past.

This time I let my heart and thoughts run uncontrolled,

But find them coated in a collage of you.

That cute face,

Puppy eyes, lips I could probably kiss till a million years.

Or is it the breast that fits a handful,

Or that hour glass I count in 36-38 inches.

Who am I not to give in to that benign soul,

That speaks life to every part of me and Is always ready to hold it down?

Maybe I'm a sucker for this.

Maybe my realities gives in to my dreams these days.

I'm really really honored to know you and express those 3 words to you.

Kiribati,

I really do have dreams of us there,

Fuck it, might just live the dream.

You wonder why I call you that but I'll let the mystery run a little while.

And to whom this poem is worthy of,

I've realized and accept my wrongs by saying;

Sorry, dear ex.

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