perfect. you're perfect. enjoyable in every way and aspect. then why do i worry? your perfection brings out every negitive emotion in me. Its genuine, its lovely but completely and utterly disappointing. i love you, i want you, but why? the ;perfection of a young mortal that deviously changes, lies, and loves not of me. but why do i love it? what do i kill myself for? here she is as i lie unliving, she flies, falls to me flailing her black, feathery wing, her black hair billowing behind her. she comes to carry me toward my heavens, to my place of ease and resting, to my place of holies near the higher powers to be with her, my angel, my goddess. so i take leave of you now, not looknig back. i part with you, saying my goodbyes. i leave you with only my memories, my emotions, and my prayers. my words fall out toward you, they land upon your ears, "Goodbye, i'll not see you again. my love is in this heavenly place unto which i'm traveling. i pray you to have a good life and do with it what you will.
"your chaos." for Christina Robb
i no longer need your perfection. your perfect order."
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