Everything will be perfect?

How can anything be perfect, when all the perfection in my life has its own beautious flaw?

Perfection is sometimes more hideous than our imperfections.

Therefore making the possibility of perfection no more...

I love the things people hate about you,

I dont treasure the things people notice first about you.

I like the way you spend too much time on your hair.

And how you dont wear enough cologne...but dont care!

Moments spent with you go too fast, see how perfection doesnt last?

How can that be perfect? You would be with me in that moment for eternity...

Its the way you always have to leave that makes time spent with you so perfect,

But the moment you leave me you create an imperfection.

I always count the time your away from me, its easier to count my heartbeat as it slows when you arent near.

I miss the way we create our own world, with no intention to block everyone out.

We always seem so lost in each other, i just know you, i know what your about.

I know when your not happy, even when you smile,

i hate it when you lie to me...and you treat me like a child.

I love how you protect me, when you know i can defend myself.

And know that i would defend you, more likely than the other way round.

I let you walk all over me, cos your footprints only mark my heart

I like the way your under my skin, its like your always here.

Let me take a moment to asses this, i feel all these things for you

And correct me if im wrong, but everything ive said is true?

Then how can you so hurt me by something i always say,

Something i feel forced to do every single say.

I know that everyone knows this, but i have to remind myself

Your not a lover, your not a companion, your not even an affair.

Your merely a freind so why do i pretend that that will change one day?

'He's just a friend' I remind myself whilst looking in the mirror...

And then i think what does he say when looking in the mirror?