I Hate That You're Perfect Poem by Martin Greyford

I can't believe that it's me you're marrying.
After all the promisee I lied to you
None of them was successful.

You know to say I am not a good person.
A crooked man that you're ever met
But you still cling on to me.

Are you doing me a favour or what?
It's a question I normally ask myself
Cause despite you knowing my flaws.

You wend ahead and accepted my proposal.
Are you punishing me indirectly or what?
Please let me know cause

You're too perfect
And it's not that I can't manage you
But standards of life

Makes it to be too irrational
For us to be together
I hate that you're perfect.

Perfect for me in all things
I'm not a man but rather
A boy trying to be a man.