With a frustrated sigh, she decided to wash her face,

The soap could seep through her flawed skin.
It could carry away with it the filth and the dirt that had gathered on her face through the day.
The gushing water and the bubbly soap could do wonders, but

Could the soap seep through her flawed mindset?
Could it carry away with it the desolation and the loneliness that had gathered in her heart through the day?
Her gushing passion and her bubbly persona could do wonders, but

She pulled her hair back with a frustrated sigh, and decided to wash her face.

I say don't let failures define you.
Let them shape you.

constantly regretting
never sorry

rarely happy
always smiling

never alone
yet forever lonely

often hungry
but barely eating

- eternally broken

I know I am flawed, but I love you so much
And I see you perfect for me to fill my gaps,
My imperfection needs you, my coat is your touch
In your arms is where I need to collapse

Heaven is my place when I am with you
My flaws are like necklace to my subtle skin
But to you it's okay, seems you wear my shoe
Your love makes me flawless and perfect within.

I notice so many problems with myself
And I wonder how anyone
Could look past all of them
And love me regardless

Why would anyone choose
To love me
And not only accept these flaws
But welcome all of them into their heart

Because I see all of them
And wish I could get rid of them
Because they weigh me down
And I'm worried nobody will love me

Nobody has seen these flaws
And decided they outweigh the good
Is there not enough good in me?
What if I'm unlovable?

Is there even someone out there
Who could find it in himself
To love me with my uncountable flaws
Because I can't find it within me

So many people have tossed me aside
Why would anyone want to pick me up
And decide to love all of me
When I can't even love myself

Towns are shimmering,
gleaming like Christmas lights,
illuminating the midnight sky.
Kerosene and oxygen, Congratulations
for an excellent performance
on the roofs, windows and walls.
Parties were thrown to celebrate life
by destroying everything that was venerable.
Tussling with each other
on whose new growth to enforce.

It was then, when **** hit the fan
that the people finally gave a ****.

There are so many other girls with perfect hair and skin and eyes and compared to them, I am a walking joke. I am an unfixable calamity of dark grey circles under my eyes from staying up all night because the thoughts in my brain always seem to bloom at the worst times. I am the weight of a thousand words that sit at the tip of my tongue but refuse to come out. So please don't ever tell me that I am flawless because that word is so far away from what I aim to be. At the end of the day, I want to be so incredibly flawed and real and incurably human but still beautiful because of what is inside my heart instead of what sits on my skin. I have slowly become a whirlwind disaster of running away from your toxicity. I am a hurricane of good intentions gone wrong but I can promise you that you'll never find a perfect person that could love you as imperfectly as I ever did.

Rant and rave
Scream and shout
You don't know what you're talking about

Screech and yell
Wail and cry
Their flaws are blind to your eye

These people
You worship
Are not gods

And this obsession
You have
Is not healthy

They are flawed
Not perfect
Nobody's perfect

And yet
You rant
And rave

Everything means so much more now
Even a stamp pressed perfectly by your once-fingertips
If pressed imperfectly - with the right corner lifted and protruding
The spot where your finger missed means even more
There you are left
Anything but encased
There sits the reality of human character
(Perfectly) flawed