I remember trying to be perfect,
for your eyes to fall on me,
for you to smile as I come near,
I tried to do the impossible.
I wrote sonnets for you,
Words flowing out,
Like the gentle breeze,
On your shoulder.
I tried to be spotless for you.
The songs you gave,
Now makes me remind of your scent,
I try to forget the color of your eyes,
But all I do is make my eyes weep.
I tried to be the girl you desired,
Pretty hair with pretty dress,
It’s true I lied to myself,
It’s sad that I wanted to change,
For someone who could never be mine.
So I tried what I’m best at,
I was imperfect in every sense,
With a horrid sense of humor,
With an ugly laugh and chapped lips.
I still remember the way you move,
The way your hands tap on the wooden desk,
As your favorite song plays on Spotify,
I just have given up
being an alien to myself for your love.