Poem, To The Next Man

To The Next Man

I haven’t met you yet

But there’s something I have to admit

I’m sorry in advance

One day your feelings will heal

You’ll move on

Find the woman you’ve been searching for all along

Too bad it wasn’t me

I never meant to lead you on

I’m not even sure what I did wrong

Was it the way I stroked your ego?

That day I placed my arms around your neck

You were pulling me close

I think I whispered something about you being big and strong

Those words were true

I knew because I could feel you

Or was it from the kiss we shared?

That kiss confused us both

It started the rollercoaster ride to lost hope

I knew what I wanted in a man

But still having sex with you wasn’t in the plan

I wanted to wait and do things the right way

But you were persistent

Or maybe I wasn’t resistant

It all felt so damn good.

How did we get to this point again?

Oh yeah, I didn’t know your intentions

Was too afraid to ask any questions

And you didn’t ask what I wanted in a relationship

To the public we were just friends

Or maybe casual acquaintances

But then again they probably didn’t see us at all

We lived in our own world, operated on our own times, and created emotions in our own minds. That was the problem. We were so caught up with each other that we forgot to share with each other. By the time I realized I was falling for you, it was too embarrassing. I was too shy. What’s your excuse?

See even if we meet, don't have sex, just casually date, spend too much time together, our emotions would still get wrapped up in each other, and we will still run from each other. Why? Because we barely know each other, and that is actually what I’m sorry for.