Inked out

Your name is written all over my body.
And it won't come off.
I know you're not permanent,but can we try this again?
Do it for me,do it for yourself.
You're not a disgusting mess like you give yourself credit for.
And even then,it doesn't matter to me.
I'm a mess myself.
I'm willing to work it out with you.
Whole heartily,all or nothing.
I know you weren't too good to be true.
You were sent to me because you need this just as much as I do.
I'm not afraid anymore to tell you how I feel.
I'm coming clean the moment I see you.
I miss you.
Please come back.