perfection

how many mouths have you kissed

how many people have you slept with

how many times have you said those three words

it doesn’t matter to me

because you’re here

right now

i wouldn’t have it any other way

because you’re perfect

in my eyes

you look at me

you look at my skin

you stroke it

and i feel like i’m floating away

drifting drifting drifting

falling falling falling

for you

i’m falling for you

and i’m afraid you won’t catch me

but there you are

arms open wide

looking perfect

then i wake up.

This poem is about: 
Me

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