He’s perfect
A bold assumption of me to make
You don’t even know him
But trust me, he’s perfect
So perfect
That my eyesight grew worse
After I glanced away from him
My heart grew weak
After it stopped beating for him
And my breath became quick
After he left me
But he didn’t leave me
I left him
I did it not for him but for me
And remember he’s perfect
He’s so perfect that
The world would stop turning in his presence
She had to stop and stare
And the oceans stopped waving
They never wanted to tell him “goodbye”
And the moon and the sun would fight
Every night
Wanting to see him first
He’s perfect
Then why wasn’t he perfect for me?

it's the third day in a row that i'm writing to you. i wonder if you'll ever find these. maybe you will? i wonder if i should just send you the link. but i'm not ready to be vulnerable and truly tell you how i felt. i didn't even know. also it's not fair to you. so i'll continue writing. and maybe one day you'll read these. love you x

i’m sorry. i never meant to hurt you and i only convinced myself i didn’t need you because i was told that loving you would be a weakness. i’m sorry. i hope you’re doing amazing.