If I Seem Superhuman I Have Been Misunderstood

Here he is, typing the words that come unnaturally to him as he thinks of reasons for the demise of everything he seems to think he owns. The bruises on his hand and the scars on his wrist remind him of how his broken promises and delusional anger management problems have scarred the ones closest to him; his family, his friends, his you-know-who. He dreams of dreams that will caress her with the lingering perfume of lavender and take her places where she would wonder. He dreams of happiness unconfined and hope distinguished by the corner of every window he opens in his space dye vest. He dreams...

It's never enough

He is sorry for being selfish. The animal whose greed rivals tyrants.
He is sorry for not knowing you.
He is sorry for not understanding you.
He is sorry for the times he could not hold your hand when you cried.
He is sorry for the pain and emptiness you now feel.
He is sorry for being selfish.
He will change.
If only you show him and give him a chance again.

Show him who you are again before the words fall into worlds of chaos and the rush of emotion defeats everything he has tried to build from the embers of his charcoal garden

He loves you; he truly does. Without a scent of fear or selfishness.
Just love