I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you.
I'm sorry
that I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk.
I'm sorry
that my body's not ripped enough
to ';satisfy'; your wants.
I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised.
I'm sorry
that I'm not cute enough
to be ';your guy';.
I'm sorry
that I am actually nice;
not a jerk.
I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things.
I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club.
I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you than just screw you
like some random guy.
I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date.
I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up,
and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy.
I'm sorry
that I am there to pick you up at 4am
when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough for you to listen to me when I need a friend.
I'm sorry
if I start not being there
because it hurts being used as a doormat,
only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around.
I'm sorry
if I don't answer my phone anymore when you call,
to listen to you cry for hours,
instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work.
I'm sorry
that you can't realize..
I've been the one all along.
I'm sorry
if you read this and know somebody like this,
but don't care.
...but most of all,
I'm sorry
for not being sorry anymore.
I'm sorry
that you can't accept me for who I am.
I'm sorry
I can never do anything right,
and nothing that I do is good enough
to make it in your world.
I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl
and told you about it,
I thought that was what friends were for...
I'm sorry
that I told you I loved you and actually meant it.
I'm sorry
that I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving
when your boyfriend was threatening you
instead of spending time with my family.
I'm sorry
that I cared.
I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night,
talking about how you wish you could have done something different.
I'm sorry
for everything.
Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends
that there is never any good guys out there,
and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them.
Well ladies next time you're complaining,
maybe look up to see who you're complaining to,
maybe that special someone is right there
hanging on your every word as usual,
screaming in his head,
';Why won't you give me a chance?';
Because the person you are usually searching for
is right by you.Most girls dont realize these things?
omg that was soooooooooo good. i like it and i know someone like that. i really really really liked this :DMost girls dont realize these things?
this is nice
that you made atleast some of the girls repent
for neglecting these types of guys
hats off to your question
in this manner
i love this and also you
It sounds like you made yourself a doormat. Maybe you should have given her some boundaries instead of being there for her at every turn. If you take care of her like she's a little baby she's not going to respect you. Sounds like you dug yourself a hole. women like men to take care of them, but not to the extent you did.
i agree. sometimes we dont see something that was closer than we thought.
totaly true from the heart sraight to the point
omg..taht is so true..i think gurls shud give those type of guys a chance not jus jerks
Sad but true. Sometimes it feels that being good and nice is a crime. It is like a self imposed exile.
You seems to be a nice girl. Now I know, not all girls like the crowd. Some quality people are still existing!
THIS WAS A GOOD *** POEM AND ITS TRUE
I've seen this poem on MySpace before. You should've included the ';I'm Sorry'; one that was written from a girls' point of view. Best of luck!
I've heard this one before... typical myspace bulliten
its nice to have one going on about gurls for once instead of gusy though
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