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Win Star Nov 2016
You kind of need to accept the thought
That you've drifted apart
In order to find your way back
And fill your soul with art

You kind of need to accept the feeling
That you've got no idea who you are
That you don't know what you're doing
That you haven't got a clue when you'll be back to "normal"
That you can't see where your path will take you
That you exist - and only you know why
That you never understood how life became so complicated

You kind of need to accept yourself
That includes all the questions you've yet to answer
That includes all the ideas you choose to ponder
That includes all the mistakes you've yet to correct
That includes all the times you loved being imperfect
Inspired by my bestfriend (and everything she is) and our friend's story about her confusion (which I related to a whole lot).
Ellentelligence Oct 2016
So we often look for a love that will supplement us.
Don't!
I hope you find a love that complements you.
Adores you.
Respects you.
I hope you grow to realise that only Jesus Christ can supplement us.
He will complete us and make us whole.
So I hope you find a love that complements you.
Complements every bit and part of the imperfect you.
For my little sister Florence. Who was called "Poowo" by our baby brother when he was little. Love you..! <3
KTN PRL Sep 2016
One does not need
to be perfect,
for there is no such thing.
The world itself
is subjected to change,
it was made to be imperfect.
Yusof Asnan Aug 2016
She is flawed, yet she is kind.
She help others but she lies.
She is always ******* herself even when she always breaks.
That is what you might not see, and you
will not hear her asking for help.
You can feel that she is just not whole to begin with.

-HIY
andrew juma Jul 2016
He forages on my doubts
Keeps me sleepless with distress
The real me is envious of me
She is all he wants
Can she stand the real me?

I resent the disgraceful me
Can't look at my reflection in the mirror
He threatens my core existence
So I fight to keep him burried

He mocks, taunts and mortifies
Even as she tells me I have beautiful eyes
It is good she cant peep inside through those windows
And see the struggles inside

I keep him padlocked in the depths
Listen to music and tour nice places
But in the quietest of moments
He creeps back to me

Dampens my spirit
Telling me I am way below
Not good enough
That I will ***** up as always

It is worrying what he can do
Destroy a lifetime in a day
Turn love to hate in a moment

But I wont let him hurt her
I'll leave her if I have to
The struggle to be a perfect man
Enola Cabrera Jun 2016
You were perfect
With your perfect porcelain body
Your perfect glass eyes
Your perfect authentic brown hair
But perfect just isn't for me
I prefer imperfect so we can perfect eachother together
Let build ourselves together
EG Jun 2016
I can be impatient
At times I'm weak when faced with temptation
I nervously bite my nails and cuticles
I may not always look oh so beautiful
I can be so sensitive
I'm very argumentative
I can be very hardheaded
but I must say I have many good qualities
like how I put others before me
how you can count on me, thats guaranteed
I sincerely care how others feel
If between you and I, Ill let you get the better deal
I give the best massages
but most of all I love how big my heart is
and although I might be a bit crazy and controlling
and you might never know how to deal with my emotions
I cant promise things will be perfect because in life nothing is certain
but I can promise that I will always tell you whats on my mind never holding things inside
comfort you when your feeling blue and when life can seem too crude
I will carry you when you feel you cant keep going because I know far to well how it feels to be broken
So tell me my love are you ready to sail through the seasons of my life?
through the highs and lows of my ocean ties
-E.G
Lost May 2016
I will never be perfect.
I will never be enough.
I just won't be,
to anyone.*
*My hair is too thin.
My thighs are too jiggly.
My **** isn't perky.
My face isn't symmetrical.
My body is unproportionate.
My stomach is chubby.
My ***** are awkward.
My voice is too annoying.
My smile is stupid.
My scars are too unattractive.
My problems aren't as bad as other people.
My depression is a nuisance.
My anxiety attacks are overly dramatic.
My PTSD is pathetic.
My personality is too complicated.
My laugh is obnoxious.
My attention span is irritating.
My needs are too much.
My heart is too damaged.
My foundation is cracked.
My dependance is exhausting.
My fears are childish.
My past is haunting.
My future isn't bright.
My soul is undeserving.
My insecurity is too strong.
I will never be perfect.
I will never be enough.
I just won't be,
to anyone.
Repost that became relevant again.
Keren May 2016
Im a pen without an ink.
A night sky without stars
A classroom without bulletin boards
A car without wheels
An icecream without toppings
A bread without a butter
A plant without flowers
A tv without channels
Im nothing.
Im not good for you.
Im a leftover.
An outcast, a rebel.
Im no one.
But you see museums in me
When i only see empty corridors.
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