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Juno Jun 2019
A glitch in her feelings
A flaw in his head
Small nicks and cuts,
Some never to heal.

Decided at birth
Some of them are
But others appear
Along the road.
farhan Jun 2019
Mirror is, perfection,
Beauty is, a cracked mirror serving the purpose.
tree May 2019
i was in love with him once
he was the most imperfect soul i had ever known
but why was i drawn to that? i don't know
for i wasn't known for being imperfect
i was never sad, never had an ounce of hatred in my heart
my pure innocent heart was exposed to the horrors of the real world
thanks to him
yet why did i come back to him? for i was not
the one who cried. nor the one who gave
up. why did the only whole person fall in
love with the most broken person? she tried to help
him but only cut herself on his broken
shards. with every drop of her blood she fell more and
more in
love..

now i am still not the imperfect one
they call me smart, kind
empty compliments echo in my ears as i drown in
other's expectations. the most important word to me has
been removed. i am still the smart one. i am still the one who
is kind. but i am no longer
the one who
laughs.
my efforts to repair the pieces of the one i
loved were useless. for all it did was make
me bleed my happiness out where i
could never retrieve it
again.
please give me my laugh back
Evie Richards May 2019
I am in love.
But who's to say with what?

I never seem to have two feet on the ground,
both feet stumbling in a mad frenzy
to right myself.
Head over heels
in the most literal metaphor.

I think i am just in love with people,
the way they exist in a world of their own,
the way their shoulders move with each breath,
the perfect little moments of humanity in every stumble
every fumbled word and clumsy hands.
It's beautiful.
And real.

I have spent so much of my life
faking, and pretending to be someone
perfect
that maybe,
what i really need,
is to fall in love
with something just a little bit
real.
My first poem in about a year.
reading my old ones has really been a cathartic experience...
i see just how much i've grown and recovered and i am so proud of myself.
abi May 2019
Aesthetic I wish I was
Pathetic I am now
Putting myself in misery
Hurting myself constantly

With two pigtails and a waist the
Width of 30 inches
I lay in my bed waiting to
die before these *******
The first word in each line rhymes. I think.
Eli Apr 2019
It's been one of those days

When the leaves fall from trees
The birds sing out of key
Flowers shoot up crooked
And I lay in my bed

Slightly discontented
Chipping away at every imperfect cell
Slightly angry
No sound's close enough to tell
Slightly furious
Until the fireplace resembles my Hell

On these days, the clock arrives seconds too early
Everyone's schedule tightens until dark
The air is moist enough to burrow under my skin
Words just painful enough to leave a mark

Wednesday feels like a Thursday
And we're all standing still
A little too long
With no apparent will

You feel the need to sit and right
But that takes far too long
Instead of enduring minutes of awful
You chose a lifetime of wrong

Wrong as betting on the second-best horse
Wrong as the eggshell-shaded wedding dress
Wrong as crying at your pet firefly's funeral
Wrong as the next house's over address

Perhaps if you lie in the sand
Let the nuisances wash over you
The rhythms will start to make sense
Greens forming shades of blue

Oh, take care not to drown
We only hold so much air
If you get lost on your way down
You're only halfway there
I'm feeling pretty good nowadays
Philomena Apr 2019
How do I look you in the eyes every day knowing what I am
Let you believe I'm something more than this
When it's all a lie
You can't see the scars
You cant feel the weight settled in my heart
You cant hear my cries for help
I am an imperfect girl
Suited for a very imperfect world
sophia Mar 2019
I am trapped inside of you–
Trapped inside a dream.
A dream you have of me–
Each night by the window
With a breeze cold from the shore.
Each night you sit there to dream
A dream I'm trapped inside.
I mourn your love for wondering
Because you only dream
Of a me I can never be.
I feel like sometimes when we fall foolishly in love, we only focus on perfect situations, not the imperfections that are more prominent.
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