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because i love you
******* cutie
I worry that all we will be
Is intimacy
I worry that all you want
Is physicality
But I know I am wrong
But I am still afraid
Because you did not say
I love you
Lightly
You say it with meaning
And that is playing a tune
In my vacant heart
Your love
You appreciation
Your honesty
Your loyalty
Plucks a heartwarming tune
For years and years
I have hated and loathed
The word perfect
It has been a disgusting burden
Full of lies
But when he says it
Its beautiful
Reborn
"In my eyes, you are perfect"
This time, I felt it
Perfect
A word full of butterflies instead of lies
she: what is it about me?
he: what do you mean?
she: me...?
he: uh...
she: what don't i have?
he: uh...
she: i'm overweight...
he: um...
she: i'm unattractive
he: what?...
she: i'm boring
he: no...
she: i'm dumb
he: uh, well....
she: i give up
he: well, i....
she: nope, that's it, i give up
he: oh, come on...
she: quit trying to talk me out of it
he: i was only...
she: i'm done, good bye
he: wait, what, where are you...
she: have a good life
          he:.....
he:....
he: what about dinner?
What is perfect?
What is good?
For me they both align.

Where am I?
Where are they?
I don’t know, but I feel behind.

Am I good enough?
Am I what I could be?
I feel like others are a whole watermelon
While I am just a rind.
Thoughts from an atelophobic (perfectionist)
When life is challenging, I no longer want to die.
Instead, I sometimes want to escape and fly.

Watching the waves drift by
Hoping you’ll always be by my side
Our love is as strong as the way the moon controls the tide.
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