Mistakes

I am trying my best to find flows in you
i can not believe that you are that perfect
I am so used to poke holes
I am so used to live with disappointing
and bad surprises.
The perfection of your being is just to shinny
I am afraid I will burn my eyes.
I am afraid I am like Icaro flying to the sun with waxed wings
But I am flying to you anyways, because I am stubborn
and I haven't learn yet,
or i got addicted to get burn and collect my own ashes.
I can not find any mistakes in you.
I hope there are mistakes in you,
Moreover, I hope you wont find my mistakes
moreover, I hope you will like my mistakes.