My fingers were always quick and careful
Weaving my fate with machine like precision
"I am going to be perfect" I told myself
Yet, I didn't know what perfect meant
You stumbled into my life unexpectedly
For a while I wasn't sure what to think of you
You proved yourself a mess
If I'm being honest
But
For some reason
I liked that
So, I stayed by your side for a bit.
"this is only temporary."
I kept telling myself
"They'll leave when things spoil,
Everyone else did."
I was wrong.
And I became afraid of the affection
You gave me.
Although it is a beautiful gift
I must say that I am still afraid
But now I am afraid of losing it
And that fear is much worse.
Once I was a machine,
concerned with nothing more
Then perfection and the future
But you took my rusted heart and made it new
So, my definition of perfect became
You.
(but all good things pass.)
From: Hanako.
To: A time when things were better.
YOU ARE READING
letters unsent.
PoetryI'm going to fall a lot before I learn to fly. (The recent poems are better.) -------- .˚ ᵎ┊͙ ⋆*☁️ ⓒ fallen-spector
