staring at your face, i

tried to find some sort of flaw.

a pimple maybe, or a bigger eye.

the more i looked though, the more

desperate i became. why

were you so flawless? i'd

take anything, a scar by

your hairline even. still, the more

i looked, the more knew i couldn't lie

to you or me or anybody

who saw me staring, for you were my

perfection. you're just perfection.

and that's when my throat went dry.