floating

2006/07/17
The Perfect Woman

Makes you admit not that you are wrong, but that she is right. And she does this under a cover of praise to you. You have to love it. And then YOU say you’re wrong and you are grateful for realizing that.
She could convince you to sign a contract with a devil, by making you believe that this is what you truly want. She could, but she wouldn’t – she’s perfect.
She would tell you her mistakes that would make imperfectly perfect.
She would step up to you, look deep into your eyes and reveal herself, she wouldn’t make a move, she would just look with a smile on her face and tenderness in her eyes. Wait there…all naked. And she would know that she can’t get hurt.
She would fuck up, realize that, admit it, fix it, if she could and she would move on towards new mistakes, hoping there wouldn’t be many.
After a long-time-no-see she’ would greet you with SHIT, and you would know it is her – who else?
And when it’s time to say good night and sweet dreams she would say something like go to hell, or go lost yourself, or get the hell out of here – you know: THE 3 A.M. phrase. And it would be much better than the cliché. It’s her again with all of her perfect mistakes.

We all are perfect. We all are perfect in someone’s eyes. We all should think we are perfect just for a little while, just a bit, just to feel better, just to close our eyes shut from the truth. Just to hope we are not the joke we really are, not small, not pathetic… just to be someone else, just for a second.

Let me be the perfect woman.
Let me deceive myself.
Let me float.
posted by calamity @ 7/17/2006 08:56:00 pm  
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