You're probably sick of me already
Of all my stupid worries
Of all my flaws
Of me
It's just the surface, just a scratch
You haven't seen the worst of it
You haven't seen how deep the scars run
You probably already hate me
You probably don't want to be with me at all
I can't apologise enough for this paranoia, for not being able to believe you
You say you understand but, you'll get tired of it, of constantly having to reassure me, of dealing with this
And I will understand and I will forgive you because this still doesn't feel real
You can leave, go ahead, you probably want to and I won't stop you
If you stay though, I can't promise to stop doubting you, doubting me, doubting us
But, I will try
If you stay, I will marvel just because there are so many willing to give you everything,
So many who aren't a mess,
Aren't me
If you stay, I'll constantly ask "Why me?"
But it won't matter what you say, I still won't believe
Just because, I don't know how anyone so perfectly flawed could love a mess like me
YOU ARE READING
Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
