Don't love me for my picture perfect days
For that is not who I truly am
Don't love me for the days my hair looks flawless
For that isn't really me
Don't crave me for the days my makeup is done perfectly
For I am full of flaws
Love me for me
Love the me that has acne on her skin
And face wrinkles when she grins
And struggles to grow eyebrows
Love the me who's face goes puffy when she cries
And the me who has stretch marks on her thighs
Love the me that gets too emotional about her favourite films
Love the me that rolls out of bed in the morning, tired eyed, scattered hair and all
Love that me
For I am not my picture perfect days
I am a girl who's full of flaws
Love me that way and I will love you without pause
For I am perfect in my imperfect way
I hope you see my flaws and decide to stay

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.

I'm sorry I don't laugh like you think I should laugh
I'm sorry that I'm not as smart as you in math
I'm sorry that I'm not going down the right path

In your eyes all you see
Is a complete failure that is me
If only
You could **** me out like all the other
flaws you've taken out

I won't doubt
That you know a lot
So take your shot
I used to fight but I promise this time I won't  

So pick out all the mistakes you see
Then I'll only be perfect in your eyes
I swear this time I will not cry
So keep on going
Keep on throwing insult after insult
So after this assault
I'll be perfect like you want me to be
But don't be surprised when you realize I'm no longer me

A dip into my sea of memory,
A sea of ice cold water,
Froze my ogle and demeanour,
Unable to move forward,
The memory, just like a dark quicksand,
A gift from the sacrilege past to the sacred future,
The presence is the victim
Bearing this pain,
For a soul like me,
Wishing to be free.

I want you to be in love with all of me. Or at least be aware of all of me. My bad hair days. My natural face without makeup. My beautiful body in lingerie. My frumpy appearance in sweatpants and a jacket. My happy, and joyous smile when I'm laughing filled with energy. My expressionless, leaning more toward a frown, kind of face when I'm unstimulated.
My ugly expressions that I can make my face do.
My **** and enticing expressions that I can also do.
My heart and soul of who I am. I want you all to know me. All of me. Or not at all.

she had acne on her back and chest and sometimes she forgot to shave her legs
she had small eyes and a loud laugh and sometimes she was annoying
he had a pudgy stomach and sometimes he forgot to talk for a few days
he hated himself and sometimes he carved patterns into his skin
sometimes she would kiss his scars or his stomach
sometimes he would snuggle into her back and insist she was funny
sometimes they held hands in the hallway
(hers were small and the nails were bitten and
his were broad and the nails dusted with black polish)
they weren’t very pretty but that was okay
because
sometimes she became so overwhelmed by his silence that she held him for days straight
and
sometimes he stopped her never-ending nervous chatter with soft lips on lips
and
sometimes when the voices in their heads got too loud they spent the night out on his roof
talking about their future in the stars
and it didn’t matter that neither of their parents approved
or that their grades were slipping from pure distraction
or that she might be moving if she doesn’t get her act together
because
theirs is the kind of affection that means knowing morning breath and inside thoughts
and loving each other because of it all

the heart has grown old
and my eyes are tired
only tears it hold
and my heart wants to retire

the heart holds the pain
and eyes show its scar
with salty water it contain
serenity of the face they mar

your thoughts hit my mind
every now and then
our encounters I remind
as if you occupied my mind's Ben

with your dreams in my eyes
I remember you only thrice
past, present and future
your thoughts my mind nurture

my heart is sore
and can't take it anymore
even my eyes are dried
I failed in every attempt I tried

I find it perfect
how imperfect my love is:
your ignorance I'll accept
just don't ask me to forget you please!

the heart has grown old
and my eyes are tired
only tears it hold
and my heart wants to retire