I am made entirely of flaws,

stitched together by good intentions,

Prone to error without cause

Known to leap but fail to mention

This or that

Some little thing

Just a trifle, really

But despite its size

A bee still stings

So at the risk of sounding silly

Accept from me

This apology

Know the contours of my heart

Hear my stupid, throaty pleas

Don’t let me tear us apart

I am bad

And you are good

I know that isn’t fair

But you’ve seen in me

Things I never could

I just pray that they’re still there