sometimes i wake up and wonder how you came to love me.
im selfish and im greedy.
i can be stubborn in the worst moments and turn regular conversations into competitions.
i say the wrong things and im silent when you wish me to talk.
i give up too easily on things i should work harder at.
i let the laundry pile up and hate doing the dishes.
i also get insanely sad at times and i dont know how to make myself happy again.
i stress over things i cant control no matter how many times you tell me its okay.
i fall harder than i soar and i fail despite trying my best.
i have baggage from my childhood i dont know how to deal with and emotional trauma im trying to sort out.
im broken in more ways than physical and i haven't yet figured out how to piece myself together.
im a mess.
and yet, despite knowing all this, you choose to love me.
when im down on my luck you help me pick myself back up.
when i fail over and over you give me a reason to win.
no matter how many fights i pick, you stay till the end of the argument and hold me as i cry.
i am broken and you don't know how to fix me either but your trying and that means more than you will ever know.
im a mess and yet you choose to clean me up every time.
i don't deserve you and yet i have you and i know i wont let go.
perhaps thats selfish of me, but you seem to love that too.
