I will never kill your cat

when you talk about the old me,
it's odd, because that wasn't
the real me, either;
I was not that person
who hurt you for calendars;
I was just stupid and scared
and trying (but failing) to keep you.

yes, I have changed –
I am more patient, less angry,
more apt to take responsibility –
but that wasn't who I was back then;
I am sorry for the past,
and I am sorry for killing your cat,
even if it was just a dream. 

anyways, always, I was hopeless,
and I thought I would've died young,
but here I am, still breathing, 
heart still beating for reasons,
you being one of the main ones,
keeping me on my toes, but all I want
for this time is for you to keep me close.