Bettering myself

When warmth pulls at my eyes, and I look out, I think of you. My lips pull apart and deep emotion curls inside of me. My love for you breaks through and my pride pours out over all that there is. Admitting defeat is always hard, and you know that of all. Please don't take offense to my arrogance, I wish I could stop. I wish I could bite this recalcitrant need to better myself, to better others. To prove. But do remember it's all for you. Every breath is for you