Mr. Perfect
This is a quick poem I wrote about Noah the night we broke up. It's horrible, but it is how I felt at that time. Actually its more of a collection of thoughts going through my head than it is true poetry. I will probably rewrite it 3 thousand times before I'm truly happy w/ it, but this it in its rough draft.
I met perfection today:
Someone I could spend the rest of my life with...
Someone that could make me happy...
The person I had been praying for...
But perfection wasn’t interested.
He said that he had wounds, that needed time to heal,
But something within me blames me.
It must have been me,
Because I have heard that line way too many times.
What did I do wrong?
Did I come on too strong?
Was it my looks?
Am I not worthy of perfection?
Was it my age?
Was I too inexperienced in life for him?
Does love hide its rosy-cheeked face from me?
What does love have against me?
Why did perfection have to feel this way?
I know I could have made him happy.
I know I could have made him love me...
Make him feel for me, the way I felt for him.
I know I could have spent the rest of my days...
The rest of my days at his side...
But perfection wasn’t interested.
I met perfection today:
Someone I could spend the rest of my life with...
Someone that could make me happy...
The person I had been praying for...
But perfection wasn’t interested.
He said that he had wounds, that needed time to heal,
But something within me blames me.
It must have been me,
Because I have heard that line way too many times.
What did I do wrong?
Did I come on too strong?
Was it my looks?
Am I not worthy of perfection?
Was it my age?
Was I too inexperienced in life for him?
Does love hide its rosy-cheeked face from me?
What does love have against me?
Why did perfection have to feel this way?
I know I could have made him happy.
I know I could have made him love me...
Make him feel for me, the way I felt for him.
I know I could have spent the rest of my days...
The rest of my days at his side...
But perfection wasn’t interested.