Broken
Broken
Lets count all the ways you’re
perfect. Even if you don’t think you’re worth it.
You’re perfect to me in every way. You only get more and more perfect everyday.
I saw you and I realized you were as perfect as could be. You took off your jacket and I saw your scars, then I realized you were perfect for me.
You’re amazing. You’re not like the rest. You deserve better, than the absolute best.
You tell me I’m beautiful, no matter how many times I disagree. With you, I feel like I can just be me.
You make me smile and give me butterflies. Just from looking into your beautiful brown eyes.
We could count the stars. And laugh at nothing. We could play soccer, and even sing.
Things like that happen in my mind. I think about them all the time.
But it will never actually be reality. Because you have her. Why would you want me?
You’re everything to me. You’re my world, can’t you see?
When I say you’re perfect, its because its true. Nothing makes me happier, and nothing makes me sadder than you.
We’re alike in almost every way. We’re so much the same. There was just something breath-taking about the way you said my name.
But you obviously mean a lot more to me than I do to you. It kills me that you don’t love me too.
But I guess I understand. I don’t even love myself. How can you love a girl, who wishes she were anybody else?
Sometimes I think you feel the way that I do. But then I realize, that’s too good to be true.
Why have me when you can have her instead? You may not know it, but you really mess with my head.
She beautiful, and amazing. How much more perfect can you be? I really don’t blame you. If I were you, I wouldn’t chose me.
She’s perfect. And I’m just me. That’s the way it will always be.
Even though you love her, I still love you. I would, no matter what you do.
Sorry I love you. I really wish I didn’t. But I can’t help it, I do.
So our beautiful story, comes to a tragic ending. We’re broken, much past just bending.
We’re like two pieces of a puzzle. Perfectly intwine. All I want, is to call you mine.
But there are no more words left to be spoken. Our beautiful puzzle is broken.
