My Flawed Cure
You epitomize every desire that I
could pertain to. You define
what I could not dream of.
You’re the perfect solution to saving
me from myself.
you’re what draws me from bed in the
morning and what helps me sleep at night.
You are the imperfect roborant
to my weaknesses.
You are my addiction, what I think about
night and day, what I yearn for when I cannot
have it and that burns when I lose it.
All I need to know is that I’m something you’ll
remember when I am unable to forget.
You are the cure to my selfishness,
and my lonely unhappiness.
you have become the perfect flaw in my
perfect world that I must cling to.
That I must hold and never let go, and
though you nonplus me you perfect me.