Running from reality

Perfect.

I met him,
I finally did,
Him that they call perfect,
You know, Mr. Perfect,
Prince charming.

I met him,
Yes I did.
I saw him.
I even said hi.
But you know, he was flawed.

He is only human,
And for that, I don't judge.
He has a scar on his left brow,
Wrinkles on his forehead.
He shys away when I look into his eyes.

I met him.
And I know why they call him perfect.
His infectious smile,
His breathtaking laughter,
His kind and selfish heart,
His flaws.
They make him, Perfect.