For Perfection’s Sake

I did it.

It wasn’t my fault though.

He should have known not to come.

It was for the greatest good-

but it wasn‘t my fault— just remember that.

I’ll tell you the story—

but you have to promise— promise… that you'll understand why I had to.

He had the worst hair in the world— ugh— it stuck up in every direction. He wore the sloppiest clothes… never ironed them… never showered—

It wasn’t my fault—

He should have cleaned up better to perfection— my room is perfectly organized, color coordinated and alphabetically placed.

His room was always a mess— but don’t worry I fixed everything.

it wasn’t my fault he should have understood— perfection is key.

Perfect.

Everything is perfect now. Don’t worry, I have made everything perfect.

His shoes were so dirty. White shoes… you should have seen how I cleaned them.

it was perfect.

Oh but he didn’t want me to—

it wasn’t my fault! He knew I needed perfection.

He didn’t want perfection.

It was quick— so quick.

don’t worry— he’s gone now. I left him stranded in the woods— I left him in many parts in the woods.

It wasn’t my fault, I needed perfection. Everything is perfect.

I cleaned his room , I color coordinated and alphabetically organized everything.

I ironed his clothes—

now everything is perfect.

perfect.

When they ask me why he went away—

All I say is: “for perfection’s sake.”