We all strive
To be our best version
Of a perfect self

We all want
The perfect body
The perfect things
The perfect poems

But the funny
Thing is

It’s always
The quirk
The flaw
And
The ingenuity
That always stands out

Let me be your band-aid
when you are hurt

When you are close to me I shiver
trembling with excitement
whenever you touch me
I gasp for breath
whisper my name
like I’ve done something bad
run your thumb over my lips
When you are close to me
I shiver

She’s smiling
she has escaped
reality for a moment
she’s daydreaming
the way she sees you laying next to her
the way you would smile
when she leans in to kiss you goodnight
soft and gentle
the way she would blush
feeling your arms wrapped around her
the way you would hold her tight
not letting her fall asleep
without caressing her
she’s the only one that sees this
she's smiling
but you don’t know why

Don’t tell me I’m beautiful
that doesn’t mean anything
it’s empty
you can’t build a relationship
from how I look