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Imperfect Precision

I fell in love with a girl.

And when I say fell, I mean crashed, heart-first.

Willingly....

Immersed every inch of my self.

Soul-first...

Into this love...

 

We went swimming.

So willingly.

 

And I held you...

So close.

So tight.

And we slept so sound in those surroundings.

Tangled.

Together.

In silence.

In the dark.

 

You didnt need a TV those nights to keep the boogeyman at bay.

 

So willingly...

I quenched you in my arms...

So that our hearts could perpetuate perfect pulses.

In unison...like a symphony of moving atoms.

And we produced thermal fusion.

Tangled.

Together.

 

I see you.

My reflection.

That first time we locked eyes...

We saw souls.

And this collision formed one heavenly body.

That's why I cried over this division.

This imperfect perfection.

 

And I never gave 2nd thought when you told me i'd never lose you.

I believed you.

But then...I wanted to.

I wanted you.

 

I'm still trying to brush away the dust as it settles into sentiment.

 

This reflection...

Rippled but real...

Forms rings of imperfect perfection...

 

When we're both looking in the same direction.

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Written by
matt-jursin
37 / M / American
Published
May 7, 2011
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