So I heard that the wind whispers my name, the heat feels like my hands, and the hate towards her is now burning you from the outside because you know that I don't see you like I see her or so you thought. The words escaped but I didn't her them in time, my name called but a fraction too late. She "stole" me from you but I didn't get stolen I just had to fill the space momentarily until I found the girl I thought she would say no and hate me for asking and the relationship I formed would be forever beaten battered and scared. But to your surprise I saw you and asked for you help, with another girl. I saw the joy begin to swell as I started to ask you something but be shattered by the question I posed. I saw it and didn't ask if I had hurt you I was too busy seeing through by "Blind Romantic's" eyes and saw what I wanted to see and after she left me I saw you there to help me but I thought you just wanted me because of my vulnerability but I tried but couldn't see you that way anymore. As I felt your arms around me I once again saw the reason I fell for you, but I still felt that some thing was wrong and that I hurt another but I guess I only hurt when I try to help so because of my selfishness I only see you and not the people I hurt but I'm not sorry for what I have done I have given up trying to help and set things straight but instead I hope you see what I now see no one is perfect and I am no exception so please stop telling me I'm a good person I am selfish, mean, conniving, and most of all I couldn't help even if I tried. The only thing I'm good for is helping you get over that last prick and find a nicer prick but I'm too "nice" to be the right guy.