deemed perfect

Let’s break it down to the dirty details. You broke my heart, but have yet to know. Maybe you won’t either. Maybe you won’t know my middle name. If I could tell you one thing about me, I would ask questions about you. The faults have yet to be found, And that’s hard for me. You can’t be perfect unless I deem you. Complaining of not following through, Or being a waste of my time…won’t happen. Wishing I hadn’t said that, Or kissed another, then…won’t happen. Still, plans were supposed to surface. Time was to be given to the birds, And our feelings were to become words. There wasn’t a night of laugher and holding doors. You didn’t walk me home, or take my hand in yours. Instead I’m stuck here, breaking up with us.