A State Of Perfection

She was perfect

And that was the problem, you see

Because for me I never fit in a perfect box

And I didn’t quite know how to talk about anything

Especially with perfection

So close to me

She was perfect

And that was the problem

She was wrapped up tight

In a nicotine laced bow

That smelled faintly of all nighters and booze

She was perfect

And that was the problem

Her issues pushed down to the floor of her core

Ignoring the force that was pulling her away from the past

She just couldn’t let go

And that was the problem

Her spirit wound as tight as the curls that fell

Around her face

She was perfect and that was always the problem

Because she refused to let her face crack

Under the light of the sun

And she only lit up

In the flame of her lighter

Against the inky ocean sky

While the salty air stung our cheeks

She was perfect and that was the problem, you see

Because nobody could reach

Her state of glossed over angst

Or peak behind the glass

Around her heart

She was perfect and that was the problem

Because you never saw her for what she is

What she was

Or what she could be