Several

 I hurt myself in several ways, and that’s fine. Because what is life without some scars? 

And today, when I looked into your eyes, I didn’t want to stop and I couldn’t forgive myself for everything I’ve done. 

So, I am sorry. I am sorry that I never mentioned that I am selfish. 

I am sorry that I would hurt you. I should have told you, we’ve made a terrible mistake. 

Maybe it’s hard for you to believe, yet I think you should evaluate. 

The way that you smile as changed. I am not sure I keep you sane.

I don’t think I would ever love the same, I am scarred in 75 different ways.

I wished that it’d be different with you, but I can’t control it and I don’t want to try. 

I have died a hundred times and I don’t feel like love would count. 

But I want to be loved by another human.

I want that type of love when we can talk about everything and tour the world. 

But several times to me, all of these would be mere words without a us.