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.