Deception Poem by Samantha McKinnon

You're almost perfect.
There's just the teensiest little thing
That makes me really nervous.
You instill just a hint of disappointment
In the way you turn your back on me every time.
Leave me behind,
Like the breath you just expelled from your chest,
And took for granted.
You beat my heart
Like a trampled rug- -
Contaminated my happiness
Like oil
Upon the feathery wings of a bird,
Confining me
To the foundation of your deception.