The way that I am. (I'm sorry.)

I'm sorry for the way that I am;

For all of my flaws, all of my insecurities.

I'm sorry for the way that I am;

The way I gravitate towards you,

the way I light up when I see you.

I'm sorry for the smile that plasters across my face

when you tell a story.

For the way I think about you always,

writing thousands of words to try to describe you.

For how I instantly miss you,

craving your voice,

craving your warmth.

I'm sorry that I constantly sing

the notes of your name.

I wish you could hear the melodies I can create.

I'm sorry for always trying to be happy,

but failing regularly.

I'm sorry for being kind,

caring too much,

and hoping for a better tomorrow.

I'm sorry for being jealous.

For all the times I was too protective,

for the times I watched you cry and didn't grab your hand;

For the long letters I've written you,

the pictures I was too shy to take,

and for losing who you used to be.

I'm sorry for not being enough for you.

For being so dark, such a tortured soul.

For the scars on my wrist,

the imperfection of my body,

the half hearted smile.

For letting myself care too much.

I'm so sorry;

So sorry, for the way that I am.

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