She frowned,
Eyes turned down
Shoulders collapsed
Soul bowed
"Nobody's perfect"
I never imagined
She as anything but
Perfectly imperfect
Somewhere between
Her best and my worst
With eyes moist
I recalled that
She was my first
The first I ever loved
And lost
And found again
In the lonely place
Called friend
"I still love you"
Yet alone again
In heart,
In my heart
And my soul
Felt cold
At least
She was perfect
Like me
Perfectly flawed
Perfectly blemished
Perfectly broken
Since when is this
Normal
To be all you are
Yet never enough
And though
I thought her enough and
Imagined the perfect us
She imagined imperfection thus:
"Perfection wins in the end
Imperfection must lose
So there can be no me and you"
Yet I choose
To imagine
With unrequited
Passion
That we two
Would be
Perfectly
Fine
Imperfect.
