what am i?
alot less than perfect, that's for sure.
careless to the point of total sensitivity breakdown,
and a compulsion to decline your want for normality.
i expect you know you deserve so much more,
but i'm in desperate need for you.
I'm a disappointment, such a disappointment-
for breaking down the person who loves me more than life itself.
you're immaculate, i'm a mistake.
And I'll never understand your ability to see past my flaws,
behind all the damage i've caused.
i'm sorry you're stuck with this imperfect being,
but i need you here, as selfish as it may be.
When you grab me and tell me that you love me like a fool
I know you mean it, and i love you too.

They say sleep takes the pain away,
but how do I sleep away how I've treated you this way.
instead I'll lie awake, stare at the ceiling and plan
the only way to make you smile, the only way to change.