I have always worn my heart on my sleeve, and some people find that rather disgusting. It rests against me, staining my shirt and you always knew me by it, you always could catch me from a distance. I never meant to hurt you or to not be good enough and I never meant to make you think that I was something that I wasn't. Forgive me, please, because I need to feel forgiven, and not just to sleep or to breathe easy or to move on but to live and see myself as a human being in a world full or forgiveness, rather than a bitter aching bit of person without much going on. I have always been good at twisting words, especially yours and you probably deserve much better but in my defense, I could have been much worse. Lets leave it at I'll always love you and you can hold that against me if you need to.