Perfect again (poem)

Give me another chance,

I know I breathe disaster,

I got our ending wrong,

but I can make it perfect again.

Our relationship was made of porcelain,

so I'll be gentle with my pen

as I rewrite this masterpiece,

and erase the daisy-filled cracks.

I'll give us our own ever after,

thought we'd have it by now,

but nevermind our nuclear fallout,

I'll make this perfect again.

Consider this atonement,

for time will erase us

and all who know the truth,

leaving only our words behind.

Because to make this disaster perfect again,

we have to erase our reality.

-Zero