words of me, myself, and i

perfect

perfect

really, would you mind

if i asked you to stop

being so damn perfect?

maybe then i could breath

and not worry about me

making such a fool of myself.

but such perfection is rare.

i can not find it anywhere else,

no matter where i go.

i don't think i could

stand one more second

so close to your perfection.

in all honesty, i really

don't think i could even

breath with you here, so close.

but i can not ask you to stop

when you have no control.

it is impossible.

you don't know that you're perfect,

now, do you?

so how would you know

how much you affect me?