In the mirror, I sought a flawless reflection, Crafting a version, a meticulous selection. Every flaw, a crack I tried to mend, But in my pursuit, I lost my best friend. I painted my heart with colours so bright, Hiding the shadows, suppressing the light. Thought I could mould love to fit my design, But love isn’t perfect; it’s messy, divine. I built walls of ideals, high and strong, But they crumbled when I realised, I was wrong. In chasing perfection, I drifted away, The realness of us fading day by day. Now I stand here, a lesson learned deep, In the silence of loss, my heart starts to weep. For love’s not a picture, it’s wild and unbound— In the chaos of life, true beauty is found.