He said he loved me but had a weird way of showing it.
He supported me to be someone I never wished to,
Kissed me only at the corner of my lips,
Made love to me only in the dark,
Took on dates only to the cinemas,
And whispered his love for me when I questioned his intentions.
And I couldn't leave him
Because he was the one to oversee the extra flesh on my hips,
Never questioned the marks on my body
Never asked me to eat my dinners.
And for some reason I felt cherished with all the attention I got from him.
I knew he was not good for me but he was a drug I couldn't stop taking.
He was the perfect who could perfect my flaws...the imperfections.
So when he said he loved me for the first time under the stars like in a the books...I believed him crossing out all the odds,
Said I loved him back though I knew I still have my doubts
Because he was the perfect I couldn't let go.
