I'm Sorry

I'm sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that I like you
That I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk
That's my body's not ripped enough to 'satisfy' you wants.
I'm sorry
that I open your car door, and pull out your chair like I was raised
that I'm not cute enough to be 'your guy'
that I'm actually nice, not a jerk.
I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things
I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club
that I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date.
I'm sorry
that I always held back your hair when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puling in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy
that I'm 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 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 door mat, 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 of hours sleep before school.
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, 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 for nine hours at Christmas 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.
Ladies always complain and gripe to their that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well 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.