You molded my heart into the shape you wanted yet you are still unsatisfied. You broke me apart then build me up to nothing, expecting a building yet I wasn't. Expecting a beautiful structure, yet I couldn't be one. You told me my flaws then stayed with me despite them, yet you still don't trust me.
Why does it hurt? Knowing that I'm trying but you fail to see that within me. Knowing my
mistakes is what makes me who I am, but knowing them for you is what makes me somewhat unappealing. I'm sorry if I'm not enough or if I haven't been enough. This whole time I've been showing you that part of me you didn't see before, and yet you are right there by the doorstep ready to walk out... But I'm not ready and I refuse to leave. I'm making the most of what we have and I'll keep fighting, because you are worth the fight.
