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Poetry

A Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"

Perfectly perfect

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by kingiaam

by kingiaam

(L. b.)

Yes I need her perfect;
Perfectly insane when she calls,
Perfectly smiling when she texts,
Perfectly in pain when I'm gone.

Yes I need her perfect;
Perfectly insecure of her insecurities,
Perfectly aware of her flaws,
Perfectly jealous, but only sometimes.

But above all, I need her;
Perfectly aware that she isn't perfect.