Nothing is completely, utterly
Wholly, absolutely, fully, entirely 100%
Not perfection or imperfection

Not beauty or ugliness
Not love or hate
Peace or war
Lies or truthfulness
Not even bacterial disinfectant
Everything is faceted
Broken into parts
Nothing is completely one thing
Nothing is completely pure
There is always something there to mess it up
Whether it’s a misplaced atom in an element
Or compassion in war
Hate in peace
Faithlessness in love
Not everything is purely one thing
No one is truly meant for another
In a perfectly set match
There are fights and disagreements
Disloyalty and treachery
Imminent on the horizon
But that doesn’t mean that you can’t be perfect for one another
In a perfectly imperfect way
Because without those tiny pieces of imperfection
Without the hard times
The sad times
The good ones wouldn’t exist
So strive for that 99.9%
Find that imperfect half
That you love as if it were 100%
Because that is rare enough in itself
And just because you are just a little bit off
It doesn’t mean you can’t round up