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Livia Jul 2015
Cannot be perfect
I will keep on trying but
I will not achieve
First haiku on Hello Poetry!
brooke myers Jul 2015
i look in the mirror.
scared to see what i fear.
me.
ugly.
fat.
imperfect..
me.
i hate the way my stomach isnt flat.
my ribs dont show.
im ugly.
imperfect.
my arms have too many scars
so do my hips
and thighs.
what if they see?
will they notice?
i need to lose weight.
im fat..
imperfect..
ugly.
Thomas EG Jul 2015
I may not be the perfect man
But at least I can understand
That no means no, it's simple as
Don't worry, it's all in the past
It's not as if I expected a yes
Rockie Jul 2015
Someone once told me
Never give up.
Your soul is beautiful.

But what if,
Just what if,
I wanted to give up,
Just this once,
And create my soul to be imperfect?
I am hopeless and broken
and not worthy of you at all.
My skin is thick like leather
and my bones are as fragile as robin’s eggs.
I break each time I bend
and I have no push so I just give.
My eyes are not blue but grey.
Not grey but dead and lifeless.
My hair falls flat and is thin like smoke.
I am not beautiful, but I am a disaster.
I love you
*That's all I have to offer
Name XI Jun 2015
i am nothing but the noontime shadow She leaves behind.
sometimes we coalesce into each other. for a fleeting moment I feel alive—
then i am nothing to Her again. nothing to anyone.
everyone loves Her, and
i am not Her.
they do not see her forked tongue like they do the faces she puts on.
they see me and say i am quite like Her.
i almost take it as a compliment.
It's crazy how relevant this still is to me after all these years. [reposted from my wordpress]
You’re a perfect dream
Only lovely in my heart;
But when I wake up,
Daylight shines on me and says,
“He’s perfect, and you are not.”
Part 1
No name Jun 2015
It's sad how, the only reason I haven't killed myself yet, is that I don't want to hurt anyone, but the reason I want to **** myself, is that I get hurt by everyone.
Emily L Jun 2015
Sometimes I wish I was the kid in the corner,
blending in
but looking outside the lines
and if I ever strayed from
what's normal
I'd just disappear in
the blink of an eye
because
all we want is
to lay our hands on something real
and all I want is
to bare my soul to not conceal
looking-out, never looking in
Who I am,
Who I've always been.
Sometimes I wish I was the girl
everybody dreamed of
standing out not sticking in
and if I ever got sick of
what they wanted
I'd be just like a chrysalis
and shed this skin I've flaunted
for so many years
because all we want is
to lay our hands on something real
and all I want is
to be comfortable enough to heal
the scars,
this pain,
this cross around my neck
crucifying
all that I am
always looking out, never looking in
I know who you are
and who I've always been.
So, watch me as my walls
come caving in
I'm safe inside
I think I'll make it out alive
This time
I'm not perpendicular
I'm outside but
we're pretty similar
I've always known
Who you are
and who I really am
Inside, outside
I think I'll make it out....
We humans are imperfect,
Don't expect perfect love from an imperfect person,
Its actually our imperfections that make love stronger,
Don't expect too much from humans,we're only mortals for goodness sake!
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