Perfect

I turned another leaf,
a quarter is torn but it's still good

I forgot my pain
but a scar I couldn't hide from you

this skin is weakened,
getting bitter with every iron it sheds.

your kiss was bliss,
but I kept on dreaming.

When I woke up you were gone,
away to some work you've decided before.

It must be good,
to be busy of some sort.

I turned another leaf,
I think this time it is perfect,

but all along, it was.