January 1, 2012
My perfect world,
with its blue skies,
and dry happy eyes.

My perfect world,
with its good people,
and tall church steeples.

My perfect world,
with its one in a million chance
for a bad circumstance.

My perfect world,
where nightmares are fake,
and there are only simple mistakes.

My perfect world,
in endless ruins.

My perfect world,
destroyed when i stopped pretending,
and began comprehending,

that not all people are good.
That I misunderstood.
That that one in a million could be me,
just as easily as she.

That terror is everywhere,
and I was completely unaware.
That cliches just don't happen nowadays.

So there's my perfect world
that never existed.
I was a fool,
but my heart insisted.

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