Stay

i did, once upon a falling star, wish for a relationship with someone i could laugh with and at, the one who'd bring me to parks to enjoy the breeze in the midst of the busy buzz of the city, observing people and jokingly dub their silent thoughts about their lives out as our sneakers rest against the trunk of an oak tree we would lay down underneath. i did, in the middle of a night, raise my hands up high and pray for a man who'd see me, not pass my flaws, but at them, paying attention with great details and leave commentaries about how meaningful they are like they're scattered pieces of art, which form one I should, by now, have made peace with. i plant it in my mind, making a slide show i would hit the replay button over and over again for, about something that maybe even god has not yet have in store for me. everyone knows perfection is a lie, living only in books i've read and movies i've watched and talk about with my girl friends. so it did struck me when you came. rather than a dream come true, you have become a living nightmare, ghosting around each passing minutes, strengthening my fear of losing, waiting for a thing to go wrong along the way. now that i've known real perfection, how can i ever live without one once you're gone?