Dear Andrew

I know I'm fucking up.  
I know it.  
I know I am feeling my way through the darkness  
with blistered fingertips.  
 
I don't need the judgment or forgiveness of a God-sized fairy tale  
I just need yours  
Little, precious, you  
My blonde haired miniature man  
 
I know you are destined to make some of my same mistakes  
I know I won't be able to tell you anything for a while  
I know to expect pain in exchange for my ill-fitting love  
But I want you to know that even though I'm fucking it up  
feeling my way through the dark  
 
I love you  
I'm trying  
I'll be here whenever you need me  
for as long as time allows  
To help you, to let you know  
that you are the only one that matters  
 
Well, you and your sisters  
But I don't have the heart  
to shatter their image of me yet


*(inspired by the 'To the one person that matters' thread)