What a curious feeling
To mourn a dream
And to know the dream has shifted
I didn't want it anymore.

Life moves on
Swirling and shifting around me
Its colours glow
Its colours shrink

A new love
For us each
And I know she is your perfection
Now.

How beautiful.
And exhausting.
Hug me tight won't you?
This world wearies me.

Don't tell me I'm perfect.
I'll never believe it.
They all say that at some point.
We're all perfect, in different ways.

Real life doesn't fulfill our fairy tale fantasies
Much as we try to make them
Force it to fit the narrative
Spun by yearning minds

Real life is much more dull
And twisted
And interesting
But so much less romantic

I believed in soul mates once.
But only for a moment.

All eternity is now a myth
A concept
A failed dream
We jump from one to another

We jump;
Learning our lessons
Discovering self
Reinventing self

Do we ever settle?
How can we?

We realise
Each person has an aspect
Of that which we desire
Perfection would unite them together.

We realise
A mirror bears little interest
No contrast
Perfection is boredom, complacency.

We realise
We don't want
What we thought we desired
Perfection would leave us unsatisfied.

Don't call me perfect.
I'll let that one down.
Or you'll forget.
Let the value slip away.

I'm just another human, full of complexity, uncertainty, longing.
You're just another human, full of mystery, contrast, yearning.
Together we may spiral a while.
What does this life hold for us who embrace the imperfection?