Perfection is for liars.
For people who are so tightly tucked into
their bed of lies.
That they only dream in black and white.

I strive for messy and real.
I want to feel pain and misery.
I want to feel love and happiness.
I want truth,

Break my heart, so then I
will know what love is.
Make me laugh, so when I cry
I can understand it.

I dont want a perfect love life.
Love is wrong, and messed up, cruel.
Love is right, and harmonized, beautiful.
Love is all of it.

Close your eyes.
Silence your mind.
Be still in the quiet.
And just feel the greatness of flaw.