May I say first I that I'm horrible in relationships

No wait...that's not what the point of this poem is

I'm not the point, you are, you always were

Until I tore at you and hurt you.

I'm so sorry that I crushed you,

You flower so young. 

I never meant to break your heart.

You were young and innocent and a beauty quite rare

The things my friends said were ignorant and unfair

I ignored them, as always, and asked you out.

For several months our hearts..."rocked out" 

(I can't believe that I said that, but you have to understand

I'm an irrational, laughable young man)

I left you for college, for sex, for dreams

To not even leave my parent's house. What a dream. 

I still wonder sometimes, what would have happened

If I had stayed, if the break up never happened.

I still don't know, and I don't want to hurt you.

I'm unworthy of a young beau whose heart is light and airy,

I'm an angsty philosopher with far too much paranoia

and in need of a job, some love, and some booze.

I'm ranting and raving because you won't hear.

You'll never see this poem, so why should I fear? 

I apologize, I'm sorry, I miss what we had.

The agony I caused was irrational and mad.

The poem doesn't rhyme, neither did we,

But one hell of a team were we.

I'll miss you, kiddo, but you'll never know.

I pray you won't read these words until I'm eight years old.

RB, keep it happy, keep it real, and do what you should .

It's time I flew from this fantasy, and flew away for good.