Perfection

Life isn't perfect,
and it will never be,
but with you I thought,
I finally got something right.

Now that you're gone,
everything is wrong,
but now more than ever,
because you're gone.

Without you,
my life falls apart,
it's hard to explain,
other than I need you.

I hate this feeling,
feeling of pain,
because you walked,
out of my life.

Tell me was it fun,
to hurt me,
was it fun,
to make me cry?

poem by Katherine Bryce
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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