Don't we all have a special someone that we keep on thinking about year after year?
By Jeanann Verlee
Dear Dennis, I still think of you.
Dear Andre, I saw you kiss her. I havent looked back.
Dear Patrick, Youre just too young.
Dear Eric, I said horrible things about you. Your teeth are fine, its the rest of you I dont like.
Dear Greg, Thank you for the poem, for every single scar.
Dear William, I loved you simple. I liked that we would never be "we".
Dear Jay, The bruises fell off eventually.
Dear Michael, Ill never be enough to fill the shoes that will one day stand at your side.
Dear Ben, I did read your letters, all of them.
Dear Freeman, Ill never stop looking over my shoulder, boots laced, ready to run.
Dear John, Ill always love you. You are all there ever was.
Dear Derrick, There was no one thing. Your everything is impossible.
Dear Eddie, We are refracting magnets. We will battle this to the end.
Dear Dennis, I still think of you.
Dear Ryan, Sex under the street light was a delicious accident.
Dear Kevin, Your kiss came too late. My lips were already dancing in the other room with John.
Dear Ethan, No.
Dear Joseph, I said you were too pretty. They said to try it anyway. They are fools.
Dear Avery, You are the definition of unrequited.
Dear Skippy, Im sorry about the whiskey and the tampon. Im sorry I never called you.
Dear Nate, Until you mocked my smile, I was yours.
Dear Mark, I like your wife too much. Is your brother still single?
Dear Mitch, You were my biggest mistake. Im sure that only makes your smile more sinister.
Dear Allen, While you poured a Guinness for Patrick, I pictured you bending me over the bar.
Dear Graham, I would have swallowed that bullet.
Dear Miguel, You said a man never forgets his first redhead. What color are my eyes?
Dear Dennis, I still think of you.
Dear Francis, I wouldve broken you in half.
Dear Chris, Im sorry I stalked you. Id try to forget me too.
Dear Dex, I cant be with you again. Just accept it.
Dear Dr. Matthews, No. Ill have you fired, again.
Dear Aidan, I wrote a poem about you. Its everyones favorite. I find it trite.
Dear Logan, I think I finally stopped wanting you.
Dear Cynthia, I was drunk. I thought you were too.
Dear Ricky, Maybe it was the red dress or because I was 15. Your brother married my mother on the same day I touched your cock. Maybe youre still a pervert, call me.
Dear Jeff, I was your biggest mistake.
Dear Robert, You are more than beer and vomit. You are more than I could ever put into a poem.
Dear Dennis, I still think of you.
Dear Dennis, I keep your photos in a box. Each one, still in its frame.
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