All this time
I've been trying to write you
Something straight from my heart
And I wanted it to be perfect
But I'll say this right now
I can't write something perfect
It's not possible
I am not perfect
The things I feel are not
In any way, shape, or form
Perfect
But they're the best
They can be
And although I may
Not be perfect
I am
Who I am
And that should be enough
I always thought
"Why would he
Share my feelings?
I'm just some girl.
I'm not perfect."
But maybe that's the point
Maybe I shouldn't be perfect for you
Maybe I should just be me
And you should just be you
I was myself
When I was with you
Not that fake girl
Who hid herself behind others.
I was real.
I was me.
And I think I got
The real you too.
And that's the one
I fell in love with.
Not a perfect guy
But a guy who
Swept me off my feet
All the same.
I am not perfect
And I never intend to be perfect
I do not want
To be perfect
I want to be the crazy
Over-imaginative
Lazy, playful
Weirdo that I am.
And I want to be that way
With you.
Everyone's told me
That one day I'll find
The perfect guy
And my response is,
"I don't want one."
Because, the truth
In all honesty, is
That the only person
I want
Is you
You are
The most perfect
Imperfect person
That I have ever met
And, if you'd agree
I want to spend the rest
Of this imperfect life
With you
