AN: This is a small poem that I thought of for a dear person of mine. I'm too embarrassed to say exactly who it is, but not so much as to share my feelings. It doesn't really have a title to it, but I suppose that if it did, it would be called --

Perfection

Tell the world I've cut myself.
Cut myself in half.
Into little, tiny pieces.
Into miniscule parts.
So that no one may find me.
So that I may fall into myself and be buried in the nonexistant cracks of space.
And remold someone whole and new.
Ready for seeing.
Ready for watching.
Ready for anything in the world.
And if I may once again come across a troublesome matter,
Let me be cut up once again.
So that I may be perfect.
So that I may be better than before.
And so that I may be worthy.
Worthy of being with you.

For all of eternity...

-K