you're perfect, didn't you know?
(we all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe)
Andrea Gibson
.
you're perfect, didn't you know?
.
perfect student
perfect mother
perfect wife
.
everyone knows it
everyone knows you (or your mask, anyway)
see how she shines
Little Miss Lily Evans, Gryffindor's Golden Girl
everyone just *loves* her, and why wouldn't they?
he loves her, just look
she can hear people talking about them
(apparently, it was love at first sight)
(their son's adorable, but how could you not be with parents like that)
(look at them, what a perfect little family)
and she nods her head and smiles because
for fuck's sake, she's perfect
.
haven't you worked it out by now?
.
so she keeps the mask of happiness plastered on
drowns in it, chokes on it
but even *perfect* people like her have to breathe
and the only place she can is with him
not him, him
a different one
one that is decidedly not perfect
one that sends shivers down her spine with a touch
one that whispers promises into her bare skin
(this is the last time, i promise)
one whose black hair and Black smile make her feel so deliciously wild and free
(and the furthest from perfect she's ever been)
but then the baby starts crying
and the front door bangs open
(she can't hear anything but two racing heartbeats)
and then she hears her husband's voice
and looks into her lover's eyes
and then her world
(her fucking perfect world)
starts
to
crumble
away
