i thought perfection didn't exist,
thought it was just a glimpse of hope,
a direction of life into finding someone,
the other half to complete our small lives

i thought i could make do with anyone &
call them "perfect",
since many dreams became pieces,
and many hearts became fragile,
because of a word that cease to exist fully

so i stitched my soul closed,
knowing that it'll never be what it'll be
and that it's all a handful of air,
it's all just a gimmick from the world

until one day,
i came across you.