Well, This Is Me

You are so perfect and so kind; you put up with my shit and I obviously don’t deserve that. And what do I have to offer you but my heart that’s already been toyed with- will that ever be good good enough?

I’ve never felt so loved and understood by another person that these walls I insist on building feel nothing less than irrelevant. But forgive me anyways because these bad habits die hard. You make a lifetime feel so sweet that I feel awful for wanting all these things. Because naturally, nothing really lasts, does it?

I like you so much, I feel for you plenty that I’d give you more than what you want from me.

I hope that’s a handful of what you thought of me.