Person 1. Person 2. Both.
Perfection can be
A sun setting behind the ocean,
A midnight walk in a park.
The feeling of rain on your skin as you dance under it
Perfection is someone who walks by you everyday
Someone who pushes you on the swings
when you get to lazy to push yourself.
Someone who says “Tall Caramel Macchiato”
when you ask for her order,
They say it with that smile one their face as if…
It is the icing on your cheek after a
cake fight with your friend.
It is the memory of the pair of arms
wrapped around you
and a voice whispering to your ear
“I am never letting you go” and
all you feel from then on is…
Perfection takes the words out of you
And leaves you to this amazing silence.
A silence that leaves you hanging,
That leaves you to marvel at the thought that you are
At loss for words
Perfection is a hot cup of
With a little bit of sugar
Perfection is a piece of poetry
At first glance;
Analyzed but not fully understood.
Perfection can be the person behind
With their big glass eyes
And small conserved smile.
You wonder how Perfection
Wrote something so…
Ha! I’m at loss for words.
Note that perhaps Perfection for one person
Can be a stranger to another.
Like how my friend used to say
That my mom was perfect
But to my eyes?
She’s a stranger.
Or how my dad says his new
Adopted daughter is perfect
But all I see is my replacement.
Perfection can come to your life
In different shapes and sizes,
Names and colors.
Perfection is not a cold stone wall.
Perfection can be
Cry tears of never ending pain
Taken for granted.
Perfection does not deserve that.
YOU don’t deserve that.
I’m not Perfection.
Perfection will deny they are such.
They will fight you,
Cry to you,
Push you away.
Don’t let them slip through your fingers.
For Perfection is more rare than