A Whole Melancholy of Lovers

apologies

you tell me you love me
and i tell you
to go fuck yourself
im sorry, it just slips out
i really like you
and i like your attention
but loving you takes practice
you and i are damaged
we come with scratches, bumps, bruises
and sometimes im scared
that i will be the cause of new ones
so i try
i really try
to make things as sweet as i can.
but sometimes i slip.
sometimes i forget that you
are precious