My bad.
I messed up, I've messed up, I'll mess more.
I'm a mess.
I'm sorry doesn't go well when you won't even hear it.
I don't hold grudges, I swear until I die. You don't forgive. You won't forgive. What I don't understand is that I could watch you go back to before in a heartbeat and in a moment I would forgive and love you without a thought.
I love you. Mistakes and moments you've forgotten and refuse to remember; they live with me everyday. I shut my mouth and love you anyways.
I love you so hard it hurts. I mess up and you won't look at me. All those nights you've forgotten I live with everyday because I fucking love you. I messed up, tomorrow the sun will rise and never have I turned you away when you're plastered and I cancel my plans to care for you. I fell asleep
I'm so far from perfection, but part of the reason I love you is because you aren't either. It feels like you hate me now; I gave you your time to forgive me, but right now I don't understand why you won't love me back. I'm sorry.










