R is a Perfectionist

We are lovers,

Old, married, with kids, and dirty rooms,

Completely different,
Aliens and strangers, 

I'm trouble and you're a perfectionist.

On the verge of breakdown,

Of pains and sorrows,

And leaving seems to be the only answer,

Until you smile,

Darkest world begins to fade,

Light of hopes start to appear,

Life is full of surprises again.

Some of the days, we might be broken,
But I want you to remember,
That I'll always love you more,
Than those bitches before.

*To whom it may concern