I’m Perfection

You see that? I’m perfect. I’m perfect because you want me to be that way.

That’s what love is, you know.

Perfection.

I’m too much to handle. Which, is understandable, I guess. You were raised by parents who loved you more than anything. I was raised by a parent who loved me, but had better things to do.  She let us go wild, while you were playing catch with mom and dad. But I, I have real problems. I watch my friends turn to dust. I watch my family tear at the seams. I watch my heart being crushed in your hands. But who said you were supposed to voice when you were upset? No one, of course. It’s too much for you to handle.

So I’m perfectly fine, love.

I overreact. I get mad at the littlest things. You wanna know why? You made me insecure. You made me weak. You took the platform I was standing on and lit it on fire when you came into my life. I’m just waiting to be engulfed. But, of course, when I overreact because I’m holding this all in, when I overreact and cry because I’m dying, it’s all my fault. It’s my fault when I’m mad that you break down. I’m not perfect enough for you.

So I’m happy with everything you do, love.

I’m perfect.

And my heart is all yours.

You deserve my smile, and my laugh.

Even if I’m dying on the inside. Dying all alone.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. the Success Ladder
    Jul 27, 2010 @ 01:08:39

    Wonderful site and theme, would really like to see a bit more content though!
    Great post all around, added your XML feed! Love this theme, too!

    Reply

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