The definition of perfect is far beyond my comprehension of understanding. Because i dont actually know what it means. Everyone says "there is no such thing as perfect." I used to believe that.
Then i met him...
He's the most stubborn, argumentative, pessimistic boy i have ever met. He constantly challenges my theorys and fights with me on every little thing. Sometimes he's too nice and he cant help but not let anyone trying to help in. He frustrates me more than words can explain.
But he is my new definition of perfect. He has miraculously changed how i think and see life.
For once in my life, he has made me feel worth it. And in order to do that, you have to be pretty damn perfect. We're both two broken people, attempting to feel a little less empty. But I only wish for his happiness, with or without me. And in the end, it will be without me.
This type of living perfection only comes once in your life, and it will leave. But instead, you should feel happy. Because you got the chance to know someone so magnificent. So incredible.
So perfect.
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Metanoia
Poetry"YOU LEFT BRUISES I CANNOT ERASE WITH FOUNDATION THIS TIME" These are just really shitty old poems tbh But i hope you guys are well c: © [Ranked #467 || poetry] [[Completed]]
