Ariana Imagines

#60: Perfect

I am dealing with a woman, who when away from me stays deep inside my heart.

I.
Her other women didn't even bother me at this point. All I wanted was her perfect little drunk self to come back to me and play me again. I never wanted her to completely leave me and I didn't think that was the message I was giving out. Every hour I feared of her even more broken heart and how at any second it could burst, without me there to protect her. To give her that barrier around her swollen bruised heart, a heart I somehow understood. But she walked out with my heart as well. I never thought me and her were the same, but now I see that we were. Our hearts were begging to be stepped on, crushed into pieces. Our thoughts and words are hopeless and the alcohol being consumed flows right by. Now actresses with empty souls pretending to be a happy character filled with everything our minds had washed out.

I admired her as perfect before even still with the chaos of her own mind. The words hiding behind her protected brain, trying it's hardest not to slip out of her mouth. Simple unperfect, perfect.

II.
   "Now I know it's true, no longer a rumor on the news. You are filled with stories of how I hurt you, you unperfect perfect victim. Now I knew as I look at you with her, I hope she treats you well. I mean if that's what you actually want. Someone to be kind to you, maybe you want someone to be rough with you and be careless. Unperfect perfect victim, you never know what you want. Don't call when your sad, call me when your love life is boring. So you can tell me you want me back, I'll know you're lying and that despairing heart has taken over. With the touch of my fingers you'll probably feel cured, a touch can't make my heart beat again."

   The poem was sent, the words as I read over it made me start thinking I was probably a little too much. But it really was how I felt. Would she come back to me with this?  Probably not, did I keep thinking about it? Yeah.