Do not admire me
Like a Rembrandt

I don’t want perfect
I want my pieces
My darkness, my light
My weakness, my delight
I want my pain,  my joy
I want them together
Sewn in one colorful quilt
I need you to see
My imperfect, my flaws
My beauty and my glow
Read me & value me
hear in broken strings
my perfect harmony

Life is a poem  I cannot write
My brokenness,
a masterpiece I cannot paint

I need you
to
love me ...
Like I’m a Frida