I guess you could say I am a skeptic of the notion that "nothing is perfect" because a few days back, you opened your timid mouth for the first time- and you laughed.
oh God the world, how heavy it may be weighing on your shoulders- just lighten it: chisel the bump off my crooked nose and skin the fat off my hilly hips, the muffin top munched away by little creatures in the night. You and me both would be a little lighter- happier to know that I will not beat myself up on the inside by the big things that overshadow my cute little being and the world a little lighter.
If I had to do it all over again I would have snuck out of my bedroom window and done poorly in school when it didn't really matter. I would have been restless. Endlessly hopelessly romantic. I would have covered my room with pictures of my would-be favorite punk 80's rock bands and told my dad off when he offended gays. Gotten my belly button pierced. Rebelled. If I had to do it all over again, I would have been myself in the beginning when it all mattered.
even you seem like the most distant of dreams at 4 a.m. when drugs control my mind and everything is in my reach. even my mind cannot comprehend you and me, when my fears are fog and love a possibility