Perfect Poem by Victor Osorio

You wanted something more
I came in your life
Take back your search
Hold on--still love
Started to wonder
Perfect, I'm not
Behind closed doors
Strong words you forgot
A meeting in the park
The minutes float on
Waiting until it got dark
Perfect, you're not
Consumed with yourself
I never did matter
My flaw is simple me
The attention never did have her
The first taste, you made occur
You probably forgot
You wanted something more
Perfect, I'm not.