Perfect Imperfection

Six foot three of as close to perfect as it gets,
Red jeans, messy hair, eyes I'll never forget.
You lean in close,
Your voice a northern lilt,
And say "it'll all be reet,"
Or "you'll be ok."
Truth is, I'll never be ok again.
My heart will always be shattered from this hit and miss,
Of nearly being with you,
Of knowing your touch, your kiss.
And as you move on,
You can keep this splinter of my heart,
I hope it gets under your skin
And leaves a scar,
Like the one you've given me.
When you give your perfect imperfection,
To another girl who doesn't deserve it,
I'll smile like I'm ok,
Because I want you to find some joy,
Even at my own expense.
Just remember,
That's how much I love you.