"...but see in a perfect world
you'd pull me in by my waist
and kiss me like you didn't need air
allowing your mouth to explore my skin
as if with each press of your lips
you were reliving your most favorite memory.
our fingers would intertwine
just as though
they were shaped so perfectly
to fit into each other's crevices-
yes, you'd fill in
the missing parts of me.
you'd read all my love letters
to you and the countless poems
describing the way your touch
made me feel like I was ill
with a pounding heart and
sweaty palms.
I've learned the hard way
through death
through sacrifice
through a broken heart
that this world is in fact
the farthest thing from perfect.
it's cruel and it's shameless
in the way I'm forced to watch
her tug on your shirt
and kiss your cheek
because everything I've ever wanted
is right there in the palm of her hands. "
-you'll never love me the way I love you
