While you worry
For someone
To see past
Your flaws,
I will be locked
In the embrace
Of someone
Who took the time
To look at them hard enough,
To caress the very surface of
Imperfection,
To  dig skin-deep
Until he found
What once made the flaw
Beautiful.

There are too many words to describe how I feel,
But not a single world illustrates my feelings.
Abandoned?
Almost.
Perfect?
Nah. Not today.
Maybe
If I could have done things right,
I would feel perfect.
But if I did that,
I wouldn't be here trying to tell you
How I feel.
Does that mean I care for you enough
to take the time
To tell you why I am acting this way?
I don't know.
I can't even tell you directly,
Making me a coward.
Imperfections
Are my pastimes and my futures.
I know what I will be in the future:
Imperfect.
I have perfect knowledge
That I will be imperfect
In the future.

Please don't take my mistakes
Personally.
I will continue to grow.
I will continue to add to my list
Of imperfections and
mistakes.

Is that such a mistake to
admit?
Do I seem like a mistake to you?
Maybe that's the way I feel.
Maybe I think
the world might be a better place
without my mistakes.

But that would be a mistake.

There will come a day
where you find the perfect guy.
But perfect isn't for everyone.

There will come a day
where an imperfect guy,
comes along.
And his bed hair
his jagged fingernails
and his mismatched socks
will be perfect for you.

Until then pretend you're the sea
and just wave goodbye
to those who shouldn't be in your life,
as hard as it may be.