The pursuit of perfection has always confused me
Everyone striving to become more than themselves
And while this sounds very noble
It really boils down to
"Enough is never Enough"
Because in this endless race to become everything
We forget what it was like when we were something
So we trudge forward ignorant of our passing joys
Only aware of our seemingly constant suffering
And suddenly, without warning
We find ourselves lacking in what matters most
Too often we find ourselves hating, loathing, depressed
Because we realized we failed to achieve what we sought
When really all we ever needed
Was to look inside ourselves
And discover that it is not our weaknesses that made us imperfect
But that our broken bits and flaws
Made us into something
More

Vines creep
where memories once lived
Flowers bloom
where lips once locked
Sapling takes root
where a heart once beat
Soil smothers
where words once spilled
Grass tangles
where fingles once fumbled
Ivy chokes
where eyes once gazed

It seems to be the
End of the road

this escapes me like the sigh escapes through the
teeth, feeling lucky to have been breathed
so it can graze lips
and finally d i  s    p       e            r                     s                                      e

into
the
                                                                ­                     e
            at                        s                        ­    
                  mo                                r
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write something
find the words that stick to you
and tear them from your flesh
let your mind start the first line
and let your heart do the rest

write about the ocean
and about how your life is compiled
of waves of emotion

write about birds in the sky
and about all the places
you'd go if you could fly

write about love
and about all the boys
you've ever felt unworthy of

write about the warmth you feel
and about all the things you believe
even when you're told it isn't real

write about anything,
but most importantly
always write about yourself
because the path to self-discovery
is the most important book on the shelf

I want to pull out your spine
just to make you a little more mine

I want to rip out your cheeks
put them in my mouth and savor them for weeks

I want to carve out your heart
so not another girl will get the chance to rip it apart

I want to take your thighs
so we will never have to say goodbyes

I want your peel off your lips
just so i never lose the feeling of your grips

But mostly, I need a new pair of eyes
for me to realize that
you're really just another one
of "those" guys.

I see you
lengthy and thin.
On your neck,
a discolored patch of skin.
A light little speck,
above your eye
and terrible cowlick
yet I wish you were mine.