Your Imperfect Perfectionist Poem by Parisha Shukla

Oh my Twilight,
How much do I have to change?
From completing the cycle of care,
To pretending I don't care at all—
it do made me stronger,
but it broke me in ways I never named.

The thing i wish you asked,
'Don't you ever want to know this person?
Won't this universe let this person
give the piece she ever wanted—
The one she wrote in a longing stay? '

My Twilight,
Won't you let this Imperfect Perfectionist in,
Inside your world for j—just a second?
Not to be the part of you, but my parts to be yours..
Just to whisper in your ears—
'You're here safe'.

What more do I desire
than someone who sees me as a soul?
How ironic? you… you can't be that person,
But still you're the only One
I keep waiting to give my everything to.
How come you still don't feel, huh?

Oh my Twilight,
You're the person whome i might never forget
even if i want to—
I wish,
If you could be the one who might leave my heart—
But not this Imperfect Perfectionist, Please.