You were perfect.
Perfect in your well-spun lies and empty promises.
Picture perfect boy with a smile that might still bring me to my knees in ten years
Beautiful in ways I will never understand
Perfect in the ways you’ve hurt me, so precise and so clean
That you didn’t even break my heart to pieces
Just left it cracked, halfway
Like our story, halfway through the my poems and your favourite songs.
How did you sweep me right off my feet?
Perfect in how replaceable you made me feel,
Perfect how you played with my hair, then my thoughts
Couldn’t even see you smiling through my pain.
Ugly scars and scratches, you’ve jagged your name on my skin
deep and handsome - perfect ending
Just like you.
Perfect in the ways you will never see yourself as a whole person,
I just wanted to believe that you weren’t broken,
Turns out you’re even more broken than I am now.
Perfect-
We still are on those pages, in those picture frames and in my mind.