Puzzles

I left some mental pictures
on the bedside table
when covering myself in flour downstairs
making some awful bread
just for the smile.

Drinking Cherry Lambrini
and smoking too much
I can honestly pretend
there's no Blake,
no Amy here just two people
who seem to get on

and I can face
I can't get enough of you.
I suppose it's all quite silly,
you're not unkind, you're not ruthless,
you're not typical
but you're just enough of everything
to keep it fun with me.

I don't want to be bothered
by endless texts
from some boys and a couple of men
who can't hold my attention
the way you do
if I can waste precious seconds
just laying in your company happily
I'm sure something's going right.

If I mess this up,
when I get this wrong,
I hope the cold shoulder questions
I know I'm less than perfect
and as you fit you can't be perfect either.
There's a jigsaw puzzle here,
on the floor,
can we see
if we can fix it?