MR. PERFECT IS DEAD
by Chrissy Engstrom

memories long lost
of the one who ran away
took with him a piece of
my soul
so perfect and so blind.

stuck with this one
then that one
none quite the same.
then you, so close, so cute
but then you're not
the same today as
yesterday.
no more flowers
or kind words or
surprises.
no more.
just accusations
and misremembered occurances.

you said i don't listen anymore.
but you don't talk anymore either.
Mr. Perfect died one night.
i think he died in my backseat
and left you in his place.

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