Would you believe me,
if I said every thing you are,
every thing you do,
the very air you breathe
is perfect to me.
We all make mistakes,
we all lose our ****.
People are perfectly imperfect.
But without our imperfections, we cannot appreciate our perfection.
You are my addiction,
you are my obsession.
You are perfection.
The only thing I ask,
is will you accept me despite my imperfections?
Can I lay my heart in your hands?
Can I trust you to protect something that has been broken, time and time again?
Yet after everything I gave, I have had to fix it by myself.
Have had to lick my wounds by myself.
Have had to wipe away my own tears and promise myself that one day I would be given the world.
Will you, be there for me through thick and thin?
No matter the scars we develop, no matter the amount of blood we bleed.
Will you be with me, forever more?