I am frequently told I am a bit too much of an idealist. Like a moorone I try to see things in absolutes...when the only thing that is absolute is ignorance.

Perfect

the perfect girl

who is perfect for me

is perfect

perfectly perfect

 

so why cant she see

that I am perfect

and perfect I'll be

if she grants a chance

to be perfect with me

 

perhaps it is due

to perfect only being an idea

or perfect never being me

so when I die

I will still be perfect

perfect to me

 

Poems of depressing frustration