I have been searching for this concept for eternity
Wandering through my trepidations
Looking through my misconceptions
It’s an idea deemed unattainable
Yet, as the fool I was
I continued to search
Perhaps spoken of in terms of verse
Perhaps in aspects more visual
Perhaps even in the ideas withheld
It can be summed in the way of a single word
A simple piece of diction, entranced in its triplicate of syllables:
Perfection
It seemed a goal attainable through precision
Taking away the negatives and mistakes
As if in the search for the smallest piece of consciousness
Ah the years I worked and struggled
Such time devoted to becoming as far away from my roots
But never did I realize where it lay
I had toiled away at my inner persona
Struck off those close
Refused to accept any mistakes, no matter the severity or relevance
But never did I realize perfection lay in a place so oxymoronic
Secluded in a place I had long since thought irrelevant
Hidden in its insecurity and utter depression
It lay in you
I almost laugh at it now
You, the embodiment of everything I didn’t want to be
Mistake-ridden, clumsy, needy
Forever looking to others to accomplish anything
But never leaving me, no matter how much I pushed you away
I couldn’t comprehend you
A person I saw as the Yin to my Yang
Forever polarized but inseparable
I was involved so heavily in this needless search
That I didn’t see you
Despite everything you did to let me
I hope you are at peace now
Resting with that curve of the bottom lip you always expressed towards me
Looking at me with those forever twinkling eyes
I had wrestled my entire life with a concept I thought so far
But now you’ve gone, and left me with my answer
Perfection lays in no distant star, or even a mindscape attained with an eternity of sacrifice
It lay in you
The most perfect imperfection
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
I have been searching for this concept for eternity
Wandering through my trepidations
Looking through my misconceptions
It’s an idea deemed unattainable
Yet, as the fool I was
I continued to search
Perhaps spoken of in terms of verse
Perhaps in aspects more visual
Perhaps even in the ideas withheld
It can be summed in the way of a single word
A simple piece of diction, entranced in its triplicate of syllables:
Perfection
It seemed a goal attainable through precision
Taking away the negatives and mistakes
As if in the search for the smallest piece of consciousness
Ah the years I worked and struggled
Such time devoted to becoming as far away from my roots
But never did I realize where it lay
I had toiled away at my inner persona
Struck off those close
Refused to accept any mistakes, no matter the severity or relevance
But never did I realize perfection lay in a place so oxymoronic
Secluded in a place I had long since thought irrelevant
Hidden in its insecurity and utter depression
It lay in you
I almost laugh at it now
You, the embodiment of everything I didn’t want to be
Mistake-ridden, clumsy, needy
Forever looking to others to accomplish anything
But never leaving me, no matter how much I pushed you away
I couldn’t comprehend you
A person I saw as the Yin to my Yang
Forever polarized but inseparable
I was involved so heavily in this needless search
That I didn’t see you
Despite everything you did to let me
I hope you are at peace now
Resting with that curve of the bottom lip you always expressed towards me
Looking at me with those forever twinkling eyes
I had wrestled my entire life with a concept I thought so far
But now you’ve gone, and left me with my answer
Perfection lays in no distant star, or even a mindscape attained with an eternity of sacrifice
It lay in you
The most perfect imperfection
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