With Whatever I Have Left

I’m not a perfect person

I’m not a saint, immaculate or sinless

And every bit of wrong I’ve done 

I feel bad chipped away at me

Not sure if it’s on my soul, on my skin or in future me

But I am not whole and I am broken

Cracked and imperfect 

I have my defeats and faults

But I hope y\ou can love this kind of person

I hope you can accept this partial soul

I don’t know how far I’m gone 

But when the day comes

And my true colors show that I’m not whole

I hope you know

I love you

With whatever I have left