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