Picture on the wall

I hung a picture of you on the wall

You were like on a pedestal,

A false preacher of truth

All lit up, you were an impenetrable Madonna.

I had a picture of you,

Ready and perfect in my head

But you turned out to be completely different

from what I once imagined

But, baby, it's okay

Being different from my expectations,

It is exactly what I need.

Your thirsty self the unrepentant smile

Your fingers, long and thin,

Holding the hem of the jeans blaser

This is the only part of you that I wanted to have,

the most deepest voice

And your irreparable desire to make me obey.

I want back that day

That picture of you on the wall

That feeling that I knew what was going on

Being in control of the situation

Predict your steps and requests

What I want from you, right now, is just the opposite

of what I expected

Don't answer my expectations

If it means not being who you truly are

Because I won't answer yours.

If I put your image against the mirror,

Does it reflect who you really are?

I don't want to fall in love with the mirror image,

I want all your imperfections,

All your defects,

Conceptions and ideas

I want to disagree and agree to do this

I want to be the mirror for your reflection,

But I also want to be the blur,

Who flatter your truth

Please don't be like my expectations

Or I will have to hang you on the wall again