Why I worry

I worry for you cheyenne.
Becauase I hate seeing you hurt.
If their was anything to keep you safe,
you can bet your life I'd do it. For you.
I was the mistake that messed up,
And I overeacted. Yes I did.
I thought he was hurting you.
I AM SORRY. I didn't mean to do that.
You asked me why I carried your stuff.
You knew it was killing my shoulder too.
I have a reason why I did that with my arm.
Or shoulder or whatever you want to call it.
I love you. That's why. I wish the best for you,
And I want to BE the best for you. I love you, cheyenne.