lael-stewart

Perfect 
is what I'm not

I cry too much
and eat when I'm sad
I crave attention 
and tell secrets
that I wasn't meant to tell 
I don't study enough 
and get a few B's
I'm a few inches too short
a few more pounds too big
I make a bunch of mistakes 
I talk too much 
and forget to listen closely

and all of this swirls 
sticks 
percolates 
in my brain 
making me forget
that not being perfect 
doesn't mean I'm not 
good

Perfect

I always wonder
what those boys
who wanted me so much 
by the bar 
would think of me
in the harsh light of day 
through 
clear
sober
eyes