Perfect

She says she’ll never be enough,
She says shes really trying.
She says perfections just in reach,
But she doesn’t see she’s dying.

She doesn’t see the beauty there,
Too focused on the number
That says to her how much she means,
How much she really matters.

And I try to tell her that she’s wrong,
But she just shakes her head and smiles.
Says “You know how much I hate myself,
But even more I hate you lying.”

Now there’s nothing left for her to lose,
She’s just a bag of bones.
Yet still she says she’s much too much,
And again she calls me liar.

And now she’s crumbling to dust,
And now she’s lost forever,
And now I’m stuck here all alone,
Just this letter for a lover,
Whose body once held the girl I loved,
But now her soul is gone forever.