they made me a painting oh so pretty
but they did not make it out of pity

they painted a man
I always wished to have.

He is now everything to me
he is all I want to see

I stay in my room day and night
just not to let him out of sight

afraid of what might happen

he is me

I am him.

I wouldn't want him brought to life.
He is better off with a perfect wife.

While he's just canvas...flat.
but if he was real, he'd snap out of that.

For I am not even near to perfection.

But it's all humans ever want.

Perfection.

Perfection.

Whatever...

I have my painting of my perfect man
and that is all I need

for he will never let my heart starve
like you all did.