I have an obsession with flaws.

It’s strange to see what
complete opposite
ends of the spectrum
we stand relevant
to this statement though.

I am the auto-tuned movie track
You're the acoustic.

With myself
my obsession with flaws means
they’re always on my mind,
and I'm at all times thinking
about what I'm doing
to make sure that I am presenting
only my highlight reel.

But with you,
I see your intro to ending to bloopers and behind the scenes
and although
there are faults woven
throughout every scene,
they just make you all the more lovely.

How is it possible to love
every bit of imperfections in the person
you chose to get to know the best,
but with the person you know
inside and out without trying,
every imperfection sticks you more
into a spiderweb of hatred?

I have an obsession with flaws.