It’s Perfection, But Then Why Does It Feel So Wrong?

Him and you,
Same as same can be.
But then why
Do the butterflies
Only come out at the sound
Of your name?

Is it that you’ve
Blinded me,
Like how the sun
Overpowers the stars
In the day?

Maybe tonight will be the night
That I look up
And see the multitude of stars
Gathered just for me.
And I’ll ask myself
If you’re a Sun that gives me life
Or just one that leaves me burned.

It’s Perfection, But Then Why Does It Feel So Wrong?

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