limits

you're not perfect
sometimes you push the wrong buttons
you're not always kind,
you bite when i think you're going to
give me your hand

I'm used to people wanting me close
every second of every day or
people just pushing me away
you're neither
you're something in between

and maybe, probably
that's the thing
I just have to get used to It
I have to get used to you
you're perfect for me and I always
choose the ones that don't fit,
that stand in my way
not this time

you're not perfect,
you're perfect for me

I think you passed all of my limits
then again,
we keep finding new ones
what's next?