Perfect?

I’m not perfect and I know it.

You’re practically perfect in every way (like Mary Poppins)

We’ll never be perfect together either (at least I won’t be)

But if I can make you laugh at least once in a while

(hopefully much more often than that)

with my stupid jokes, cause we both know

it’s all in the delivery…

You’ll smile at me and melt me like only you can

Life will be good.

If I can make you think twice

(or if you’ll at least you pretend to listen to me)

I’d be happy.

I’m not shy about most things, including,

being human.

All I ask is you hold me and make me feel safe

Because that’s all I really need.

Is to feel safe, loved and accepted, for me.

Even when I sound like this guy

I’ll quote random books, sometimes even poetry

(probably badly), but hopefully you’ll laugh.

But I’ll be thinking about you constantly

And I’ll give you the only part of me

that you could break.

My heart and I don’t give that easily.

It’s taped, glued and held together with spit.

So please be gentle with it.

Smile at me when I make you happy

Only you know the smile…

The one I can actually hear

when you’re far and I’m near.

Yell at me when I make you mad,

Get it all out; tell me I’m a damn fool.

But please don’t be cruel.

It’s ok, everyone gets mad

And I’ll deserve it (even if I don’t)

It’s ok, because it’s you.

When you’re done, I’ll hug you tight

Say I’m sorry…

Because the only makeup on you I want to muss

Is your lipstick (never your mascara)

(I’ll kiss you right after you apply and fuss)

Sorry, but I’ll always think it’s kind of funny…

 

Miss me when I’m not there

Knowing I miss you…wishing I was with you

Knowing the hardest part is through

Because I only want to be with you

Making you laugh until God Himself

Takes my breath back.

But I’d still die with a smile

And a tear in my eye

Because you’ll be there with me.

 

Michael Bremmer