Perfect

there's something about you

that always makes it all right

all the pain you cause; despite

i learn to look past it all

because you make me feel great

after a while one cant help but get

restless; tired. without relief.

it hurts a lot, physically

mentally I'm already damaged.

borderline to least.

that's not spoken of often

but back to my point

my sharp, stabbing, painful, point.

of how you can do everything you please

but i guess you expect me to always forgive you

because you're perfect

but one day.. you'll see

perfect doesn't exist..

but then again ... neither will i

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