I look at you and all I see is,
Perfection.
A body that is carved from marble,
Curves that drives stares from wondering eyes,
By definition you are,
Perfection.
You're an inspiration for authors,
Being the type they write love notes about,
All they notice is,
Perfection.
Yet hate gleams in your eyes,
You hate the curves that are carved,
The cinch your waist causes,
You can't perceive what I do,
Perfection.
The brain drowns these with flaws,
Scars that cover your body,
Food you skipped to get that waist,
Breast that you conceal,
Ass that is hidden with baggy clothes,
Because a man shouldn't have these,
So I never let you realize you are my,
Perfection.
This isn't a love story,
Guilt trickles through my veins,
with every passing thought of you,
Because I can't idolize your,
Perfection.
I want everything you have,
To have cut so deep,
the once clear water turns crimson,
To have such obstinate self control,
I don't eat for days,
That shouldn't be my,
Perfection.
I can't envy this body you hate,
one that causes you so much pain,
Even if it's society's,
Perfection.
Phthonus rides my shoulder,
Chaos fills my brain,
I crave everything you have,
Yet the void grows with realization,
I'll never be as good,
Not with anything I do,
I can't compare to your,
Perfection.
My flat chest and,
stomach that bugles,
Scars that have long faded,
I'll never appeal to a man that isn't you,
Men are all starring at the one by my side,
Breathing in all of the,
Perfection.
So I lie there being pepped with your kisses,
And soft whispers of love,
Letting you have your way,
Creating a world of my own,
Deception
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A Girls First Love - A collection of poems
PoésieThis is a dedication to my first love. He is someone who changed me for the better, I won't ever be able to forget him. To this day I still love him in a way, even through how badly he hurt me.
