All your perfect imperfections
Keep surfacing in my mind
Like how things drift in the ocean
The memories of you come back all the time

Fighting these thoughts just don't work
They bob up slowly, surely, unconsciously
Although I've tried to push them down
But to no avail, it forces it's way back, rebelliously

Before I met you

There were spaces in my head
Even my demons were scared to touch

There were parts of me so cold
Even the sun couldn’t warm

There was a side so dark
Even the stars couldn’t illuminate

You were never scared to crawl in my head, warm my heart, and light up my darkness.

Gatsby's lost love was green
Your crush is bright blue
But I have definitely seen
What it means to both of you

And I really hate
To be a critic of dreams
But when momens abate
There's less chance than there seems

So please slow down, old sport
I've seen this story before
Please don't tell her that retort
When you walk out of the door