Will you offer your critique, ungentle?

Question:FORGIVE

Can you forgive me again?
I know I did the wrong thing.
I walked inside your heart
and you let me make it a home.
I tried to do everything right
and still couldn't be
everything you needed.
I miss your smile,
when I walk in the door
and your laugh peeks out
at me from the other
side of the bed.
You're not dead,
but you may as well be a ghost,
dancing inside my head,
reminding me of what I
made myself lose.
I'm sorry, I'm not perfect.
I'm just in love,
and that means I'll screw up
and I know that doesn't matter
'cause you always understand.
But I fell again,
and you left again,
and now I have to ask,
can you forgive me...

...again?

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: FORGIVE

Can you forgive me again?
I know I did the wrong thing.
I walked inside your heart
and you let me make it a home.
I tried to do everything right
and still couldn't be
everything you needed.
I miss your smile,
when I walk in the door
and your laugh peeks out
at me from the other
side of the bed.
You're not dead,
but you may as well be a ghost,
dancing inside my head,
reminding me of what I
made myself lose.
I'm sorry, I'm not perfect.
I'm just in love,
and that means I'll screw up
and I know that doesn't matter
'cause you always understand.
But I fell again,
and you left again,
and now I have to ask,
can you forgive me...

...again?

This is beautiful, as are your ever elusive works. I love the line "and your laugh peeks out/at me from the other/side of the bed."
With verse like this, who would dare not forgive you?

Reminds me of Amy Lee... not a bad thing. It is really a nice poem for lack of a better way to describe this feeling inside me now!

My critique ungentle? Yes I will answer. I find it slightly overdone, with scrambled personification and odd, choppy lines. However, the ambiguity is nice, it's hard to tell if it's written from the male or female perspective and I appreciate that.

It sounds forced...Or like you've just got done listening to country music and then decided to write a poem