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People proofread because they want to find their errors.
People find errors so that they can correct them.
People correct them because they want perfection.
People want perfection so that society will love them.

But there is beauty in errors.
There is beauty in the flaws, not only on paper,
But in the flaws of your person.
There is beauty in the rawness that comes with lack of Proofreading.

Perfection is overrated.
Perfection is unreachable.
Perfection is what stands between you and your dreams.
Perfection is masked fear.

Maybe it's just me,
But I would rather see someone's raw imperfections,
The things that scare them,
The things that they's rather hide,

Than the picture perfect image that they create,
With Proofreading.
I want him to touch me
in places that haven't been touched before.
Places that won't be touched ever again
by anyone after him.

I want him to touch
the places that have scars.
The places where
I dragged a blade across my skin.

I want him to touch
the scars beneath the skin.
I want him to kiss away
the the scars from my thoughts.

I want him to touch
my heart, instead of my body.
I want him to take a piece of me
that no one else ever could.

I want him to touch
the parts of me that give me nightmares.
I want him to take the pain
out of my wrists.

I want him to touch
the places that I need help fixing.
I want him to
run his fingers over my skin.

I want him to touch me
because his touch takes away the pain.
This is a letter for all of the girls.
Take the time to read this...
I beg of you.

First things first, love yourself more than anything.
There is nothing prettier than a girl
Who knows her own beauty.

Second, be exactly who you want to be.
There is nothing more inspiring than a girl
Who is always herself, never anyone else.

Third, stand up for what you believe in, no matter what.
There is nothing prettier than a girl
Who isn't afraid to stand apart, or alone.

Fourth, be deserving of respect, and always give it back.
There is nothing prettier than a girl
Who knows how to carry herself.

Fifth, be the girl everyone can rely on
There is nothing prettier than a girl
Who is there for anyone who needs it.

Be the girl I know you can be.

Be the girl you deserve to be.

I believe in you, and you should too.

Love, me.
Girls, you a perfect. Don't ever let anyone tell you that you aren't. I love you.
This is a letter to all of the boys.
Please, take the time
To read this.

I just want to tell you that
it is okay
to not be okay.

I just want to tell you that
you don't have to be the one
who is always so strong.

I just want to tell you that
it is okay if you tell a girl
exactly how you feel.

I just want to tell you that
it is okay if you
need to cry.

I just want to tell you that
it is okay to need a shoulder
and not be the shoulder.

I just want to tell you that
being a man can come
in thousands of shapes and sizes.

I just want to tell you that
you don't have to live by society's
definitions of being a man.

Be who you are.

Let down your guard.

Realize you don't always have to be strong.

I love you.

Love, me.
Boys, not everything lies on your shoulders.
Ironic isn't it?
A poem about poetry?
A small thing talking about
The larger thing that is makes up.

But that's what poetry is.

Poetry is made up of words
That people are afraid to say,
Yet yearn to write because
Everyone needs to let the words escape.

Poetry is a collection of poems,
Which are a collection of words,
Which are a collection of thoughts,
Which are a collection of ideas.

Poetry is a collection of everything that makes a person who he is.

So, yes, this is a poem about poetry
Because poems are about expression
And desire,
And the desire to express.

That's what I have,
A desire for expression.
So, I'm expressing my desire
By writing a poem about poetry.

Poetry is the small thing that makes up the big thing.
That big thing is me,
And people around me.

And we make up the world.
Feel
The softness of my skin
As you
Run your fingers down the length of me.

Taste
The sweat on my lips
As you
Kiss my forehead down to them.

See
The desire in my eyes
As you
Stare into them the entire time.

Hear
My deep, gasping breaths
As you
Take the only thing , now, no one else can.

Smell
The candles you lit
As you
lie next to me when you finish.

Be
The intimacy that we share
As you
Whisper to me your words of love

In the dark
A poet in love
Is a match soaked
In gasoline.

-r0
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it will kick you in the diaphragm.

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