I burnt myself making dinner again.
This time it was my arm, not my hand.
I want to be better.
I have to be better.
I know I have to be patient,
But it hurts me when I see that sliver
Of... whatever it is, in your eyes.
Maybe it's disappointment.
Maybe it's fear.
I know I have to get worse before I get better,
But I don't want to lose you.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 7:39 PM UTC
I burnt myself making dinner again.
This time it was my arm, not my hand.
I want to be better.
I have to be better.
I know I have to be patient,
But it hurts me when I see that sliver
Of... whatever it is, in your eyes.
Maybe it's disappointment.
Maybe it's fear.
I know I have to get worse before I get better,
But I don't want to lose you.
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