You & Perfect.

The mind is a space that develops in time.
Filters
Flows
And endlessly divides,
Pieces
Places
And peoples.
Equaling out what it holds divine.

I divided you
Into tiny little pieces.
I made you-
Meaningless.
So I painted you-
Perfect.
With a minds pallet of a million colors
Mixed and matched,
I made you whole,
Perfectly Perfect
Is all I could colorfully craft.

Were you ever told-
Told the array you make?
In a minds space,
My minds space?
Forever I could endlessly divide
Tiny bites and pieces of you.
But it a moment of time-
I could only paint you,
Paint you with perfection.