sleepy eyes

I am a better person because I met you.  Before you I only knew selfishness.  My needs, my wants, my feelings only circulated in my thoughts because that’s all I cared about: myself.  I did what I wanted regardless of anyone else’s feelings.  And then I met you.  Guarded yet your heart was sewn on your soft flannel sleeve.  It’s a contradiction I know but that was simply you, a paradox.  The moment I felt your lips on my own I knew that I would never be good for you, simply because I am not good.  I ruin things and I did not want to ruin you.  I finally cared about someone other than myself, enough to sacrifice my own happiness.  I may not be a good person yet, but because of you I am better.

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