Sent back my health - said I didn’t need it
Returned my heart, my soul, my self
“You know, I think I’m better on my own”
And I don’t really want to live forever
In my petty imperfection
Dropped my possessions into the Thames
Said goodbyes to all my friends
Dotted the last full stop on my final letter
You know,
It’s true I don’t really want to live forever
Tell my mother that I love her
And my father that I’d rather
Leave
Than to pursue an imperfection
Anything other than the sublime
Is a crime
I’ll never have the time for
And I don’t want to live forever
In pernicious imperfection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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