He was never perfect BUT constancy BETTER

Better is the word

Used in the mixture

Of a confused mind

On the road to perfection

But what is the reasoning

Behind my dissatisfaction

Of a man not made

For perfection

And had demons like

World rest

That my child like existence

Refuses the growth

Of solid food meaning

To forgive and forget

For a man that

Constancy was his better

For my abandonment perfection

That he never left

And tried to get my

Better and not seek

My perfection of brokenness

Fight Cries his Fist

A squeaky door makes

The nightmare of my bruised life

Sound like the ants in my

Cupboard going for their daily chores

He “I love you” sound

The hurricane of my soul

Withering away to hollow

Touches that turns

To musical notes on my flesh

Gazes at the mirror

And I ask

“just maybe I deserve it

He nods and says

“But i do love you”