So Perfect, Nothing Wrong

I miss you when you’re with me,
rather when you’re gone.
I miss the way I’d imagined you to be;
so perfect, nothing wrong.

I love you when you hate me;
Oh, how I pray that day to come.
I love the way you disagree,
then to the truth you never succumb.

You fool; how can you be so dumb?

Now you look upon this poem,
with anger in your shallow eyes.
You’re not gonna get the threesome;
so just listen to the last of my many good-byes.

You fool; it’s over, now go weep and cry.