I don’t know if that’s your name or not,
But I picture my future self with a Dylan, so roll with it.
And dearest Dylan,
I am sorry.
For when you enter my life,
You must accept my flaws.
Lucky for you I organized them into a blog.
If and when you read the entries,
Will you ask their names?
Will your eyes once again meet my face
With tenderness and willingness
Or will you
Like they all did
Just run away?
Without even giving me a chance to explain.