After you left me
I know it was my fault
the drinking the depression
sure it was me
it's always me.
I stopped seeing the therapist
she was right
I was the cause of my downfall
I needed to man up and change.
but I don't want to change
my brain and my heart
have been in a knife fight
all my life
I like my flaws
perfect things are boring.
so if this means I am broken
and less lovable
I don't care.
I like my flawed poems
better than her therapy.
they don't care how flawed I am
and never ever judge me