Perfect Fit

I was the one who gave freely, I gave you my lips, my hand, my heart Without a second thought I let go of everything that told me “Beware soft looks and soft touches..” Whether you wanted it or not, We were both swept up in the ideal You told yourself to forget, believing that with time It wouldn’t matter that I didn’t fit the mold, Because my hand fit yours At first, we were blind to everything but each other. We could have taken on the world if it decided to wage war on love. Little slips and little lies, to calm us when we’d wonder why We couldn’t have the things we need, the things that you thought you’d find in me I am not the ideal; I am not the picture of beauty and sanity But for a moment in time, so brief that it leaves my mouth bittersweet, I was yours and you were mine, and everything fit because we believed it did.