So heres the story, i was with this guy for a year and a half, and most of my poems are about him, and i thought he was perfect then we started fighting he cheated on me, typical scum bag, but just recently i met some one who is perfect to me, and my definition of love is this:

True love is being able to look at someone that you know isnt perfect, but to you they are, and even the little idiosincricies that are present just make you love them more...so there hes my soul mate!

most of my poems were about the first guy, but im working on changing that, and the rest is just what im feeling