I Would Call it Perfect, but I'm Not Perfect.

Finely manicured lawns
highlight perfect sunsets,
and the red dye I scatter through my hair.

I slosh through the creeks,
wetting denim jeans,
as you secretly watch me with care.

Chandeliers hang from ceilings,
over expensive dinners,
you try to steal my heart.

It's been yours this whole time,
and those fingers in mine,
have had it robbed from the start.

"Isn't that pretty?"
Laying on park benches,
staring up at the gaps in the trees....

You kissed my neck,
with your mother right there,
and a crooked-smiled ease.

I would call today perfect,
if that weren't a lie....
Standards forever surpass me.

Still, tell me you love me,
I could always try harder....
If you ever wanted to ask me.