Deserving Me — M.J. Fields

My dreams were always in black and white, once in a while, I'd be gifted something gray. Until her.Then, I broke her. I tore her up. I shattered her. But she was breathing, living, and I knew damn well, she was on the verge of loving, but it couldn't be me.I turned from her for the red white and blue. Because war, destruction, hell even death was more welcome than the possibility of hurting her.I didn't deserve her, and she sure as hell didn't deserve me.