adrian told me she was going to find herself -
adrian said she would get perfection from this imperfect world -
she needed it to cover his flaws -
she wanted to fix where he went wrong -
adrian wakes up in the morning and smiles -
but when she walks outside this boy makes her dial -
a number that reminds her of his poor cards -
but adrian goes along with all hios mistakes -
and adrian cries to me at the end of the day -
adrian broke down in the middle of a cold street -
the tears raced down her porcelin face -
adrian then gave over her power and decided to let him change -
but whatever he changed made her want to stay more -
that boy told me he hates adrian sometimes -
he said adrian’s to perfect in her own way -
he said as much as he wants to get away he cant -
the boy said he’s addicted but he likes it -
and adrian was the one who saved him -
because he said adrian’s an angel, no lie -


I believe this is one of the most abstract poems I’ve written, but I wanted to change it up a little bit for a few reasons. One because I didn’t want to use names of people I knew in order to express how I felt and I wanted to leave people wondering who I’m writing about. I can say this poem represents a big part of my life and I feel comfortable using someone elses name in place of my own. This poem is not completly finished yet or edited but i have not posted in a while so hope it was liked. I will write soon, a deeper entry on the meaning of this poem.