Talking About Forever

Looking at you through rose coloured glass
You were the epitome of men.
Handcrafted to be perfect.
Void of all the flaws like many others.
Imperfection but a notion to you.
In my head, you were built on all my insecurities,
Made perfect by all my shortcomings,
I did not deserve you.

Taking the rose coloured glasses off.
Seeing you in a new light,
In the colour of day and night
The cracks in perfect appeared.
I saw the seemingly seamless stitches
Frayed from being worn out.
I saw your shortcomings untainted by my insecurities,
Yet still I could not see you loving me.

Shedding the naivety of my youth,
Nothing is black or white
But rather it all exists in shades of grey.
The grey where you exist.
With all your flaws and shortcomings;
Meshed with my insecurities and imperfections
Making the best combination for unconditional
Love.
Because you thought you didn’t deserve me,
You could not see me loving you,
Yet here we are talking about forever.