Pursuing Perfection Poem by Onyi Ogwumike

Another thing about pens.
They’re permanent.
Almost as much so as a mistake.
I ripped the whole page out,
The binding of a notebook isn’t as unforgiving as a human memory.
Thank God.
Not a fragment left,
The perfection I strive for
Finally achieved
At least in ripping out the mistakes made on my way.

Perfection,
What a sweet lie She is.
My love for you is as eternal as
Humanity and the stars above.
I will never cease to pursue your fleeting eye,
Your dissatisfied grin.
Your brutal words which slap with the
Sweetest sting.
You conquer the emotions which I try so hard to vanquish.

Impossible,
What a beautiful impression.
Who I accept wholeheartedly.
Happily, my queen.

SUBMISSION,
What an impossible perfection.