Imperfect perfection

Life isn't perfect, but then you get over it
Sometimes
Everything comes to pass
Sometimes
Everything will be fine
Sometimes
This is what she told him
And he said look in a mirror
I know I'm not perfect she said
No my point is that to me you are
…
What he asks
You'll get over it she says
Get over what he asks
My imperfections
But there are no imperfections
None that you see, but that is because you choose not to see them
I see nothing therefore there is nothing
See, you have gotten over the fact that I am not perfect
…
And I have gotten over the fact that today will end
What do you mean
I mean I don't want time to go on when it is so imperfectly perfect
So will you be fine
I will never be 'fine' because everything causes chaos; I am okay with mildly disrupted though
He leaves
She stays
Then she cries, knowing he won't come back