Thank you
For being the greatest of pretenders.

The winds picked up
And the city began to spin.
Twisting and tearing objects-
Already a mess.
There I was left,
My eyes hurt-
Devasted,
Things were already a mess.
I was part of that perfect mess.

And so I left.
Thoughts of perfection is what I took.
Here I stand-
Perfection crumbled,
And I want to walk
Deep into the forest.
There I'll twist and tear
Thoughts of perfect
I'll make it a fucking mess.
Maybe I was always the mess.

If I could become someone else
I'd be no one else.
Maybe just a fragment of thought.
Where perfect is made
Lived short
And then taken away.
But I am really happy-
Here and now.
Perfection taken away-
No one counting for
Or on me.
Lonliness is simple-
The perfect kind of mess.