You taste like the poetry i long to write,
Knowing i am not skilled enough kills me,
i know that then, i will not be able to carry you with me wherever i go,
you are indeed a flash of perfection instead of beauty
i will have to search for parts of you in the new people i meet,
With the expectation of a disappointing outcome
Because sadly, the most beautiful parts of you cannot be found in anyone else,
It outshines all others in the world,
you are my definition of perfection
its so hard to let go, because the best parts of me rest within you.
