You told me I was perfect
But I soon discovered you were imperfect
Not in the sense that you had flaws
Because we all do
But I realized that the image I had of you
Was not who you were
And we were not perfect together
Because you were dragging me down
To a level I had spent the time rising above
Long before you came into my life
YOU ARE READING
Where do I go from here?
PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
