There's so much more to this story
(And for my lack of truth, I'm sorry)
But how can you blame me,
When I know that it's all fantasy.
My dear,
My love,
My one and only,
Please accept my apology
For so easily disclosing
This bittersweet ending
That you, sweet love
Are sorely unaware of.
YOU ARE READING
To: You
PoetryPoems addressed to you. You who is my friend. You who is my family. You ... who has yet to become anything and everything.