I don't care if he's perfect or not I love him the way he is. He may not think so, But I know that all he has to offer Is all that I need I don't care if it's not much, Because just having him call me Darlin' Is enough Just having him Is enough
I want to tell him how much I care But I'm afraid I'll become even more attached And it'll break me when, Like the ****-up I am, I ruin this thing that's barely gotten the chance to start And push him away and make him leave
And the sane part of me will just sit back And watch me ruin this great thing
10:11pm last night. He was tweaked...wanted to OD and **** himself. I talked him out of it. This poem was kind of inspired by when he said "I have nothing to ******* offer you".