Too bad that I thought that
we were perfect.
Until I realised we never were
and never will be.
Nothing could be
perfect.
Everything has a flaw,
even us but I was so stupid that I had turned a blind eye and looked over them.
Not knowing how much it could
impact us,
to this day I had ignored them.
But now that things have gotten worse
and our relationship
is broken.
I could only describe our
imperfections.
YOU ARE READING
A Book for Me.
PoetryBlack dog ; a metaphorical expression referring to melancholy or depression.