MadXoXHatter

Perfection Doesn't exist to me. To me it's just a word used way too carelessly. Most of the time used for selfish reasons. I'm sorry to say this, But when I see you I do not see perfection. I do not see your imperfections either. I see you, your personality, And everything that I love about you. I do not know why THEY like to focus on your imperfections. I hate it, And I kinda hate THEM for doing it. Nobodies perfect, Or imperfect! Everybody has a bad side, As well as a good one. Every now and then I go against my word, And see you, My love, As the most perfect thing I have ever seen, That I have ever had. I realize now Just how wonderful

What is it? I can't fight it, Nor deny it. And I sure as he'll can't explain it. Is it a feeling? I feel happy, Yet sad all the same. I sense this longing; It's pulling-- No tugging at my heart, Mind and emotions. Why won't it stop? Each time it's harder, Stronger, And much more painful. Is it a word? One word that explains everything I've gone through, And will go through. Will it mean everything that I've felt? From happiness... To anger? Once I know tis one word... Will it help me, Or just destroy me? Is it love? One word that can explain all I've gone through. One simple word that means complicated things. Will it destroy me though?