A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Saturday, March 19, 2022

worst perfect

I have not done my job if you don't know 
that everything about you uplifts me so
even all the crap that I can't abide 
because it's you doing it I cannot hide
my delight 
when we fight 
it's so much better than
only alright 

when we play 
you play foul 
and I cheer every point 
that you make 
that I can't allow 

You're perfect in the worst way 
You're perfect in the worst way 
Some parts of you so very far from okay 
are the single best parts of my night,
my day, 
my life 

My love.
You can be the death of me
any time you choose, because you've
been the life.
Fair is fair, give and taketh away
as you like. Just shove
it. 
Where it goes.
And whatever it is 
up the place you chose, 
push it. 
You pull me.
When you rub the wrong way
I'm in ecstasy!

You're perfect in the worst way 
You're perfect in the worst way 
Some parts of you so very far from okay 
are just what I think, when I think of you
and I say 

You're perfect in the worst way 
You're perfect in the worst way 
Some parts of you so very far from allowed
parts in anyone else I would just walk out
but in you they complete some miraculous whole
and I love you so much, just where 
you go 
where you never should go 
where nobody should go 
but you go, 
there you go.

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