I'm Sorry

I’m sorry that I get paranoid sometimes.

It’s just that,

Everything good in my life,

Eventually turns to s**t,

And everyone leaves me in the end.

The last thing I want,

Is to screw us up.

To ruin our relationship,

And our chemistry together.

I love you.

I mean that with,

Every fiber in my being.

My head is fucked up.

You know that full well.

My emotions and my thoughts,

Get the best of me sometimes.

Sometimes I feel like I’m in a dream.

I mean,

Who could possibly love,

A f**k up like me?

Who could see through this darkness,

That surrounds me sometimes,

And decide that I’m worth it.

That somewhere inside me,

There’s something worth loving,

Something worth caring about at all.

Somehow you do.

How you can, I’ll never know.

Someone like me,

Doesn’t deserve someone like you.

I surely don’t deserve someone,

Who can understand me.

Someone who can put up with me.

Someone who cares about me at all.

Someone who’s beauty and grace,

Extends to the highest of heights.

And someone who can stand me,

At my lowest of lows.

Someone who meets me where I am,

And doesn’t dare judge.

After the end of my last relationship,

I thought love was a myth. 

That it was something made up by companies,

To make us keep buying.

Man, have you proved me wrong.

You’ve made a believer out of me.

You’ve shown me that love,

Doesn’t always make sense.

It’s not always something,

That can be understood by logic.

There’s no perfect algorithm,

For why or how or whom we love,

We just do.