I admire imperfections. 
 
 
But even though 
I'm a perfectionist, 
I do not believe 
in perfect people. 
 
 
So if I ever 
looked at you, 
with the wary eyes 
of a quiet, green snake. 
It's either because
 you did me wrong, 
or that you're just 
way too perfect. 
That's there's not a single flaw 
that I can see in you. 
 
 
And that is because 
 You're too good,  
You're too hopeful, 
You're too smart,  
encouraging, 
  faultless. 
 
 
And I'm just 
 in the backseat, 
Sinking myself, 
 underwater. 
But whenever I'd look up, 
You're just like 
 The glimmer, 
the ocean waves. 
 Passing right over my head. 
You're just like 
The golden light, 
 From behind the curtains, 
as I wake up,  
 squinting. 
 
 
 I just cannot understand 
how you can be
 so unfathomably, 
unbelievably, 
 perfect. 
 
 
So I would like to apologize, 
 For wanting to know 
all of your weaknesses,
 your wounds,
your bruises. 
I apologize, 
 For wanting to see 
you in misery, 
  in anger, 
in frustration. 
I apologize, 
 For wanting to get, 
even a tiny glimpse, 
of what could possibly be, 
your dark side. 
 your shadows.
 your demons. 
 
 
Because I'm a believer of 
  imperfections, 
Yet you're simply just 
 Way too perfect for me,
I cannot stand it. 
 
 
 
 
09.13.20