Perfectly.

A Poem by Casey Nicolee

how I feel.

Why can't I be perfect. Like have nice hair, a nice body, a nice personality.
Why is all the girls I fall in love with, over the internet?
Why can't I ever have physical touch?
I just want to be perfect.
Like your perfection that lies in my eyes looking at you.
I will buy you daises, to make you crazy.
How to make you want me
So bad it hurts.
Like I want you; I'm gonna be bad for you.
I just wanna be bad enough for you.