this poem means alot to me…....

She plead until her voice started cracking,

“Please don’t let me disappear”

But,

Paper shall wear thin.

Eventually [break.]

She is only a novel after all.

No matter how tattered her fragments have become…

[Breathe in the essence of imperfection,

Just a little while.

I promise it’ll be better than the rest.

Pot.Ciggarettes.Vodka.(Blood.)]

You’ll only be like this a bit longer anyways.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

[You might miss it later darling.]

She reads herself from beginning to end,

Training her eyes to pick apart every

Page,

Every single sentence,

Until each letter was shaped

Perfectly.

In the end,

I guess we’re all just striving for

Perfection.

[The sad part is,

We’ll all die trying.]