Perfectly Wrong

By Yashika Vashisht

Everything seemed perfect for the moment of a heartbeat,

When we mistook the taste of poison for honey so sweet;

Two burnt children who admired the crimson fire,

Two human beings with their hearts full of poisonous desire.

And we never had a song to call ours,

Because we were perfectly holding the wrong flowers;

You had the portals to another dimension,

And I was the anchor of my own declination;

Somehow we were together yet always alone,

We were perfectly wrong for each other, with nowhere else to go;

Maybe we don't need another song for you and me,

So let this be the last one,

Because heaven knows that you were perfectly wrong for me.

We put a spell on each other,

Blinded by the misty smother;

This was another one of our fears,

That we'd end up with tears;

The poets were always correct,

There's no such thing as 'perfect'.

With that gentle smile of yours,

You put the chaos inside of me to sleep,

In a town where the water runs deep;

I thought we belonged to the same star,

So I left my rhyme for you to answer from afar;

Now I keep a reflection of you in hindsight,

And I have an apology overdue,

After everything we did and said that night.

And now I reminisce about the illicit affair,

The silenced screams and the tears cried in despair;

Always making and forgiving the same mistakes,

Hoping we'd learn our lessons,

But never knew how many mistakes it takes.

Me and you, we were made to break,

Now I wander by the edge of the desolated lake;

Here's my secret,

Now yours to keep;

I always saw us in this story,

I always knew you were perfectly wrong for me.

By Yashika Vashisht