Where there is sorrow there is holy ground

I need you more than you need me.

Maybe we don’t need to change ourselves in order to survive but god isn’t it so appealing?

Sin is a thing that writes itself across the face of a man. No matter how hard you try, it cannot be concealed. I will forever look at my face and recount all of my wrong doings. That is my penance for what I have done.

I know. I know. But I still like you. For some absurd reason no matter what you do to me there will always be a place for you in my heart. There’s been a place since the day we met. 

I’m sorry for smelling like cigarette smoke and stale perfume that rubbed off on me from that person you like who always kisses me on the cheek. I’m sorry for going to bed grumpy because you said words to me that were meant for someone else that did have the strength to reciprocate. I am so sorry that I am not what you deserve but I swear I’m trying.