Red splatters all around,
Once-white canvas cold on the ground.

Creation of sweat and blood
In an emotion-bound rage.

Not a work of art by any means, but a heinous crime.
It was an accident...

We all crave
Symmetry
Balance
and
Purity
In this world so
Twisted
Sullied
and
Chaotic

They call it:
foolish
idealistic
unrealistic
and dangerous...

I don't see what's the matter with that...

I am:
foolish
idealistic
unrealistic
and dangerous.

So please... let me be.

Allow me to dream...
If only
Because I know you can't

I’m proud of most of who I am, I care how I appear, and I fear being misunderstood but these lead me to place too much value in how I act and what I say for fear of being ridiculed.
This isn't a part of who I want to be.
I know that no one is perfect, but I care about them all the same, so could they care about me like that too?
I know that it inspires me when I meet people perfectly comfortable with who they are, so what if I were to be?
I try on purpose every day to be imperfect in some way to try to get over it, but it’s not enough…
I think what I really need to do is be honest about my flaws and faults so that people can see them immediately, realize they don’t define me, and then be able to figure out who I really am without needing to discern what’s wrong with me because I will have already shown them.
I don’t want to be misunderstood, so could being honest about even the bad things be the best way to go?
Maybe then, after I have accepted my faults, can I move past them.
Maybe then, I won’t be misunderstood.

And then if being honest about what’s wrong with us allows people to better see what is good in us, then what could emphasizing our flaws do?

I look into your eyes,
Greeted by the struggle inside you mirrored in me,
Our stare conveying everything.

"I want to be selfish..."
"I do too."
"Can I do it for the both of us?"
"Don't worry, I'll do my part... For now."

I nod and smile sadly.
"For now."

Our lips meet the very next instant,
And gentle is not in our nature.