My Name Is Perfection

I wore "cold" like a too sheer dress that never fit quite right. And I held tattered unsent love letters like a shield over my chest. And every time I shivered and my bones cracked, I swore. It's for the best. But you stared just a little too deep and a little too long and you noticed Just a little too easily the way all that ice on my heart reflected your silhouette In crystal prism just a little too beautifully even before we met. Your fingers leapt. forward. fearfully. and when they grazed my skin I saw the shock of it sizzle your eyelashes. and you grasped so tight. Then with out reservation We completely conquered Us. Breaking down while tearing up. You kissed my cerulean lips till they blushed. My soul begged you to say my name. And you called me "Perfection". The resulting rush. The crush. of gravity into the singularity forming in my chest And making my eyes sing. This is what it is to LIVE poetically. And not just write it. This is the sum of Day-mares and Night-dreams that drowned me too many times Till I tired of choking on lonely while calling it "apathy". This is what all these people fear and lust and beg for like addicts and whores Conjugated like fragmented sentences running on forever and tripping on critics. Let's waltz badly to the sound of familiar hearts screaming in hoarse voices, Pleading for this kind of Serenity.