I’ve fallen in love with you
And I want us to be perfect
But I’m afraid that that’s not how the cookie crumbles.
It crumbles disastrously
Broken as it falls
Into tiny pieces
And I want to slowly put it together
To make it whole again
But I’m afraid that its like a balled up piece of paper,
No matter how hard you try to straighten it, it’ll never be perfect again
