Imperfect Guests

I welcomed imperfect guests
To my perfect universe
A realm of my own
Which I crafted
From a scratch.
I gave my approval
Of good, no, perfection
Earlier than it ought
Have been given.
And for that,
I welcomed-invited,
Imperfect company in
Accredited form of enthusiasm.

And now-
My perfect universe is bent.
My smile, crooked.
My solemn, disrupted.
My trust, defiled.
My angst, mocked.
And my remorse, failing.
For I cannot blame anyone
Absolutely no one!
For breaking and entering
The universe of mine.
None has entered
With force.
Nor was found
Without invitation.
It was I, only I,
Who inspected the list
Of the guests I wished
To have by my side.

Haven’t grown a fondness
Of any guest
I have embraced, so far.
Yet, and yet!
I haven’t thought of
A way to bid them adieu
Nor to embrace
Their quirks I so much
Detest and loath.

I wish not to bestow
The fault
On any of them, anyhow.
I, entirely, blame and
Censure, my hastened,
Uncalculated and rushed judgment
For the calibration
Of my perfect, now
Crooked universe.
Because I invited and
Welcomed imperfect guests
In my own hands.

And for that very reason,
I shall abandon,
The universe I once enjoyed,
The universe I created,
Polished and perfected,
For a whole different new one!