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Carl D'Souza Jul 25
I am defective
but I am striving
to improve my self
into my ideal self.

I am flawed
but I am striving
to correct my self
into my ideal self.

I am unhappy
but I am striving
to improve my self
into optimal
joy and happiness.
The worst thing is a idealization.
Take a mask away and see so clear all defects, which make us totally perfect.
Ezra Yelverton Dec 2018
imagine a world that would allow you
to see yourself through your love’s eyes;
you’d see the things that make you beautiful.
like the gap between your teeth,
or the scars below your lip.
completely embrace the defects that meet in the middle,
stretching from each side of your chest.
there’s no sadness in your eyes,
that embarrassing trait matters a lot less.
standing before you would be a person that deserves love
and needs to be loved by you.
Salmabanu Hatim May 2018
Deep,sturdy roots that never let you fall,
A bouquet of exquisite  flowers that bring fragrance  in your life,
A chest of treasure that money cannot  buy,
A strong safe that guards your secrets through thick and thin,
An ATM card in dire need,
A support column for your body, mind and soul,
A life saver when misfortune befalls on you.
The most desirable thing about them is that they gift you your defects in order to reform you.
Ineffable Soul Feb 2018
Mornings rise
Enemies behind a face of disguise
Awakening calls
Standing still
Unfortunate downfalls
Alterations. . . None
The light dims
Mornings rise
Brooke P Aug 2017
I’m damaged goods, baby
Or did you forget?
Loose-leaf paper crumpled and discarded,
Like every poem I couldn’t bring myself to finish.

This girl comes with a lifetime guarantee
of cynicism and constant apologies
and selfish laziness.
For a low price of only commitment and patience,
you can become proudly entangled in my dysfunction and  constant need for reassurance.

You didn’t receive me shiny and brand new
I have mileage, and I’m not afraid to admit
That most of it is self-inflicted.
I have scars that tell stories
and a schema that has been shaped
by 22 years of poor judgment
and never feeling good enough.

And I can’t help but wonder,
what it would be like if I was stable and motivated.
Would you still get frustrated
when I lay in bed until 3 in the afternoon?
Would I be able to accomplish
all of the seemingly simple tasks
that always feel larger-than-life to this pint-sized girl?
Would you love me more?

I’m jaded, baby
and I think sometimes you forget
that when I’m putting on a face
and trying to be less of a disappointment,
I’m still made of fragmented parts
that have been glued back together
one too many times.

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