Control of myself

I’ve realized how I’ve treated her...
It wasn’t me...
Not the real me
She fell in love with me...

Not that thing I had become...
I won’t be as naive
I have control of myself now...
I won’t drink again..

I woke up to scars on my arms
And an argument that shouldn’t have happened
Sure I’ll get jealous when people hit on her
Or flirt...

But I know how she feels bout me
I trust her...
Why wouldn’t they hit on her she’s beautiful...
She’s amazing

I know what she likes
I know what I have to do...
I just gotta be myself but confident

Should be easy-ish