Imperfection

As we walk hand in hand,
I wonder, "was this your plan?"
Is this what you want?
a depressed little me?
You do notice I'm falling apart, right?
Because I can barely hold your hand without losing my mind.
I can't look you in the eye without seeing my own pain tucked away.
Can you see my pain? or am I too good at hiding it?
Because, honey, something is wrong. Something is too different for my little shattered heart to handle.
I have seen a lot. And quick changes, well, they change me.
And this, this was a very, very, quick change. Too quick.
You see, I'm broken, faded, and my heart was sealed.
But baby, you found the key and opened my heart. You had all of me and then threw it back in my face.
It hurt, if you didn't notice.
And the truth is.. i don't think it phased you whatsoever.
You seem to be fine and that's what freaks me out!
Its just hard to fathom that someone as amazing as you would want me. So when you gave me myself back, when you stopped doing what you wanted, it seemed as if you didn't want me anymore or that you saw that I wasn't good enough. I know that you know I'm not good enough but yet you still keep me.
I feel as if I am being held by little strings over open flames and every offense breaks one. One more and I'm dead.
Don't you see?
I love you. Imperfectly, yes but I love you.