I watch you sometimes, when you don't know that I'm there
And secretly, I feel honoured when people point out how much alike we are.
I'm sorry that I can't be more like you
and I'm sorry that I can't be someone for you to approve of.
Somedays I feel as though all the best parts of me, I inherited from you
but that I somehow never inherited all the best things about you.
It's killing me
to watch as I break your heart.
You didn't deserve me, you know
I'm not good enough for you.
I'm sorry for all the things I've done
For all the things I've said,
For all the things I'll say and do again.
Know that I love you,
No matter what,
I love you.
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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