Imperfect

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On most days,
Real and perfect seem to me as opposite sides of a coin.

Baby, I try to give you all of me.
Blood and sweat.
Roses and sunny days…
But sometimes,
My scars get the better of me than the constant desire to be perfect.

Today that I have hurt you,
I want you to know some snippets of my sadness.

It is hard for me to forget people.
They are not things.
They have hearts.
And sometimes when they leave me like things.
I doubt what I feel about people.
I try to convince myself that it may be my fault…
I close my eyes sometimes.
And sometimes I look in mirrors to find that loophole
which made me just like something loaded by mistake in their life.
Either way,
It is hard to let go of them.

But it is even harder to forget the girl who is always there for me.

My love,
Sometimes I have days without light.
I don’t know when the sun comes out.
I don’t know what to feel on those days.

But since you have been here now,
I don’t mind the darkness. 

It may make some days to pass by like calendar dates
but I will never ask you to fit in, in this world of mine.
I won’t ask you to complete me.
I know two unfit pieces don’t make a puzzle.
But as long as we are in the same puzzle box…
I am okay with it.
But baby,
.
.
.
.
Are you okay with it?

Tonight, the haze is draping around my neck
and it is getting tighter with each question.

I accept you for every thing that you are.
And i accept you in worlds where we don’t belong.

But
Do you accept me for who I am?
Do you accept me
when I am

Imperfect?

 

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