I always see posts
saying “the person who feels like home”
or “you found the one”
and it always
makes me think.
makes me think too hard.
I found perfection,
beauty, kindness, love
and somehow
somehow
I still managed to mess it up.
to lose it, to throw it all away.
so I’m sat here
looking at pictures and remembering
how it’s my fault
its all gone
im sat here wishing I knew how I fucked it up so badly and lost perfection