I don't look for perfection
I don't look for flawless.
I need hurt and tired eyes like mine
a broken heart like mine.
Bruised and scarred skin like mine,
with imperfections and flaws
like mine.
I want to love those things about you.
Your scars will be beautiful to me
because I will cherish all of you.
I want you to show me,
show me your darkness
because god,
I want to love you.
YOU ARE READING
My Only Language is Words
Random"It played out so perfectly, so full, so wonderous... but then I woke up". ~~~~ "The blade of imagination is a force to be reckoned with"~~~~ Somewhat insignificant rambles~ Also called "poetry" I suppose
