Assembling the Shelving Unit

The trite trepidation of your tendencies.
The futile efforts at understanding
The amount of anguish that boils underneath the surface
It’s as if you are a rubrics cube that is practically solved,
and yet the more often I
slide your pieces, the further from the correct
configuration I travel.
The infinite energy and persistence you require I can no longer give,
However the thought of giving up
and leaving is worse then surrendering everything
I have over to you.
i know the satisfaction i will feel once i have fixed you once you are arranged just as i please i know that you will soon conform to what i need to exactly what i have been looking for the only thing left to decided is how much am i willing to lose in order to get there.
How much of my sanity must I sacrifice for perfection?