The “Perfect” Enemy

She wanted to breathe

I wanted her to be mine

I wanted perfect

When what I had was perfectly fine

Even stars burn out

If you strangle them of their shine.

See we’re always after something better

But things break when they get pushed.

Besides

A Bird in the hand

Is worth two in the bush.

Appreciate what you have

At least while you can

Don’t take out your own legs

You need them to stand.

If I’m being candid

I don’t understand it

I knew the game, knew the boundary

And I STILL overran it

Done wanting to want

I understand “less is more”

It took losing the best yet

To realize the score.

If you feel like asking for more

Question if you should

Just remember Voltaire said

that “Perfect” is the enemy

Of all things that are “Good”

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