I'm sorry I can't control myself. I'm sorry for the things I've said. I'm sorry for all the times I've lost myself in rage and broken your heart into a million shreds.
You look at me through red swollen eyes, and smile that stupid smile of yours. You hold out your hand even though I swat it away, and stand your ground and wait for me to come back.
Every time I start seeing red, you still see good in me. You patiently wait for me and stand right there, arms outstretched, ready to embrace me and try to pull me back to sanity again.
I'm just sorry I exist, and put you through this time and time again.