Forgive me, dear Boy, I'm not a poet.
I can't write you,
Stayed-up-'til-two-in-the-morning,
Love ballads,
With string-tied gifts of literary humor,
(and haikus),
Comparing you to the personification of the Sun,
And the first day of Spring,
(Dear Boy, I'm sorry to say,
That they'd probably be prettier than,
You).

Forgive, dear Boy, I'm not,
That Girl.

.

.

(But, if you'd listen for a while,
There's some things I'd like to tell,
You.
About how I love you,
and you could love me,
Maybe.
Even though I'm not That Girl,
Maybe I could be,
Your Girl).

.

I,
Don't,
Have,
That,
Way,
With,
Words.

No, no, no, no, no,
Really.
Truly.
Beyond a human,
Doubt.

.

.

Trust me,
I know this.

.

.

Last winter,
I tried to write you a,
Love poem,
But decided to just send you 'X's and 'O's on a sheet of paper.
At least it,
Got the point,

A - (around the)
C
- (corner of your)
R - (road)
O
- (obviously)
S - (sending anonymously)
S
- (signed love confessions)

Before, y'know,
I decided against,
Sending,
It.

.

.

(Such a silly, silly thing to do,
To send a boy a love letter,
Don't you agree?
)

Words are not my strong suit, you see,
and neither is going through with my,
Obsessed-over plan.

.

.

(I just wanted you to know.)

Every word I write (for you),
Is terribly illogical, incoherent.
I hope, you can love me,
Despite it,
(Or, if I'm lucky,
Because of it).

.

.

.

.

To My (Obsessed-Over, Dream-Haunting) Dearest,

I pray that you could,
Love me for every jumbled sentence,
For every negative/negative,
For every disjointed non sequitur,
&,
For,
Every,
Misplaced,
Syllable,
(In my failed haikus.)

.

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Forgive me, dear Boy, I'm not a poet.

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postscript;

(Dear Boy, I'm not a poet.
I can't write you,
Love ballads,
or Winter-themed haikus.
Forgive me for not being,
A girl of sentiment.
Perhaps that can be,
A reason to love,
Me. Perhaps you could,

Love
Me
For,
Every,
Misplaced,
Syllable,

and oxymoronic simile.)

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NOTES:

1. - Written because, sometimes, I can be a hopeless romantic too. (I tried to be sappy, I tried to be sweet.)
2. - "Forgive me, dear Boy, I'm not a poet, but there are a few these I'd like to say to you."