Posted by Anonymous on 2013/11/18 under Uncategorized it’s truly perfect. thinking back perfection is the adjective I would use. perfectly imperfect. I remember the late nights seeing you through my phone screen at 1 in the morning was maybe the most peaceful thing to me. seeing you half asleep and wishing I could come right through the phone to be with you. lay there in your bed and fall asleep looking up at those glow in the dark stars placed on your ceiling. perfect. the days I spent in your arms and wrapped up in you. the fact that you were my everything got me every time. you were my smile you were my cry you were my thoughts from dust till dawn. you were my reason to try you were my motivation to be better. you were mine. you were my everything. but hey the perfection is gone. you are not my everything any longer. I need to let it all go. I wish you could leave feelings out of the garbage man. that would be nice on nights like these were all I remember is the perfection between our lips each and every time we kissed. it almost seems like a dream now. just a mere wisp of a perfect time. and now without my everything I’m stuck with remnants of a broken person and searching frantically for the right glue to hold it all back in place. only to be broken probably many times in the future. that is was first love is though, it’s the way a person can take your full, whole, warm, open heart and fill it more and more with every word and then one day that first love is gone and it’s going to take someone magnificent to be the mending glue but that means they will be perfect.. plus more.