perfect women

women come into my life
too perfect to make mine
I could never be enough
they exist in my life
they love me and I them
can’t allow myself to make them mine
fear that I would not be perfect too
purgatory
endless
hopeless
infatuation
no resolve
only wonder

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s