your innocent perfection
is shattered.
each time i tell a lie
about you,
shouldnt the opposite be true?
i throw away
any remaining aspirations.
what is it worth to be perfect,
if none of it is truth?
how powerful it is,
to be someone’s
sole friend,
and bare a soul
that isn’t yours,
to lie and claim
and make yourself a fake.

you're innocent perfection
is shattered,
with each lie
that you tell, about
the times that you “fell.”
and i can’t believe it,
because,
you are perfection.
i am the shattered.