Though I know I will always make mistakes, such is life, I feel like everytime I speak to you, I take a step backwards. My words offend you and they deconstruct, and they almost disolve things.
You are not proud to talk to people about me, because I am nothing that you wish I was. I am nothing inspiring to you. To you, I am no muse.
I make mistakes, but thats not a good enough excuse so I guess I need to start making some better ones. Some that your proud of.