IN-PERFECTION

 

I loved the idea of perfection,

Until I met you.

One day, we laugh so hard,

Until I forgot myself in you.

You’d go on to teach me things,

Like how to be easy and soft.

How to let time pass, 

Yet allow nothing stop.

How to make plans that are not too hard.

How to stop the earth with just a glance. 

You were a man of many gifts.

Sweet words, beautiful support.

Great thoughts. 

I loved it. 

It was what I used to imagine, 

It was all that I wanted. 

I began to like life with you.

Because I smiled so hard 

And I was very happy too.

I didn’t need to worry or make plans, 

You did all you could for us, 

You did all I had to - for us.

You made me rest, I was relaxed.

You told me stories that made me laugh.

You let me allow time to pass.

It was easy to let down my guard.

I loved my guard down with you,

It was easy to be with you.

Until it became untrue.

Slowly; we had faded.

I had waited. 

Day 1 into 2, I was quite patient.

I wanted it to be like those little arguments.

That never made it past the time it started.

But this was harder.

It was separation in preparedness.

Hence, we ended!

It was better to be perfect.

To know just myself to a certain extent.

Than to have allow you come 

To redefine my world. 

To leave me with ugly walls and thoughts.

It was better when I was a woman of war.

Than of emotions and love.

Now, I spend too many a time wondering why. 

I wish you had the mind to explain to me, why. 

I also experience discomfort when I 

Recall the number of times I had called you mine.

You gave me a reason to believe,

but you took my faith.

That’s the craziest type of craze.

I cannot bear such pain.

But I’d leave it up to fate.

If it does exist, may it be the judge 

of our heart and action. 

It was better when I had my perfection.

But clearer after you had my all in an auction.