Hey,
I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I'm supposed to be perfect for you, but I have too many broken pieces to hold. I had to put them on somebody else maybe the sharp edges of my pain can make somebody else bleed for a change, but I shouldn't have done that. You are precious. And beautiful as a rose, but we all know what happens when you go to grab one. You skin is smooth, like... A hardwood floor, I didn't know I was running with wool socks when I saw you and you cause me to fall. Not knowing how unforgiving the floor would be when I got there. You turned me into a movie theater, projecting my love for you onto any blank canvas I could find hoping everybody would like what they saw. Telling stories about superheros, love, victory, but I'm just a hallow box trying to impress those in front of me. I'm sorry I'm his way, the sharp edges of my pain are still biting into my skin. I drank because I heard it could make me hurt less. I yelled because I thought if I was just loud enough maybe you'd hear me.
I'm sorry
