Perfection
He emphasizes in a mellow tone,almost too perfect Sterilizing the last bit of hazy days in my memory,he is perfect He vigorously formed my heart to match his own,I'am not perfect His critique over my physique left me broken
I'am not perfect
He is perfect
He is perfect for destruction,empty male,stale with assumptions Black and blue,impossible to not bite into He is addictive He leaves you high in his eyes,stoned in his tone and lifted off the spirits he pours into your soul
Glass after glass,word after word,minutes in Heaven the rest is a blur…I have been tricked once again,licking these wounds from him
As he opens the door and leaves me stripped down to my truth and regrets
Leaving nothing but ripples in the glass of merlot on the nightstand
He is just,perfect.
@miss51631
