it was near perfection
the t's crossed and the i's dotted
my heart spoke and you understood
No miscommunication
no place for ambiguity
full transparency
my heart
Your hands
No chance of spillage
Or was it?
Just a figment of my imagination?
who wants perfect anyway
It's the flaws that give us multiple facets
Allowing the light to reflect and bounce off
but pain it does
Sometimes
Reality bites
my heart
Your hands
But something held back
Wasn't totally honest
Or totally open
So was mine for the breaking
No one else to blame
Just the way of the game
and it's ok really
It really is just A O.K.
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