flawed

your lips whisper metaphors and your eyes reflect the stars

but your heart is cold

and you've broken down the cities we built out of clay and tears

your lips whisper a thousand lies

and your tongue speaks in monotone

the blossoms of your imagination

lay in shreds in the darkest pits of your thoughts

and of all of my imperfectly flawed decisions,

you have got to be the one i regret the least.