I am more than what you deserve,
and I deserve less than what you offer me.
I am more than what you think of me,
and you think less of me than I think you should.
I am more often than not messy,
but I am at least half of the mess that I used to be.
I am more than the effort that you give to me,
but I still gave you every ounce of me that I could.

.
.
.

— © think twice
{star charts and broken hearts, part three}