The Perfect Love

i don't want to be the perfect girl for you. what happens when i'm not?

i'm afraid when you tell me i'm the only one who said the right thing to you today because what happens on the days i say the wrong things?

i'm sad when you approve of something i wear because i worry about the days when i dress either too shabbily or too formally; too casually or too inappropriately - there can be just too many 'too's.

i don't like to be the only one who does the correct thing nor do i want to be the perfect person for you. cos what happens when i slip, as i will, cos we cannot agree on the same thing all the time... will you leave as you have left?

i want to be the 'in spite of' girl.

in spite of my nastiness, you see the good in me.
in spite of my carelessness, you see the heart within.
in spite of me cracking up at the wrong times or giving the weirdest response or just reacting in an unlikely way, you still love me.

i do strive to do the things that will make you happy. i do strive to be the person who is right for you. but i don't want to be the perfect one, cos perfection fails. i just want to be the ordinary girl that i am, with all my flaws and frailties, and insecurities and cynicism, that in spite of, you still love.

in the same way that, in spite of you leaving me time and again, i still love.