We always talk about
strength,
about pride,
about the hurt others caused;
we are the victims of our world
we look for pity.
for understanding,
we talk about the monsters
we didn’t unleash.

I want to talk about regret,
about the demons I’ve let out;
about the ache I burned in others hearts;
about the monster I’ve been in others
fairy tales.

I want to be raw
and true to myself.
I’ve never been good
or perfect,
or even alright.

My words have been like poison
and they have pounded in others’ hearts.
I have left people
to themselves
when they were at their worst.

I have used my power to hurt;
to insult.

There are people who carry pain
because of me.

And what is worse
is that I have denied forgiveness
to people
for things
I could have done.

I tweak stories
and tell lies
to make an angel
out of me.

I have excused
my actions
to myself,
to be able to close
both my eyes
when I sleep.

Sometimes I wonder
if I’d be
better off
dead.

In love we grow
In love we change
Do not turn away
Accept flaws and all
For together we heal
Together we grow
Together we change
To be loved we must know
We are imperfect beings
Yet while imperfect we stay
we love we grow we change

A poet from Limerick once wrote
A limerick without a wrong note
     (The first and the best
     Of the lyrical jest)
Concerning a man and his goat.

Thank YOU, that I am not perfect!

I take off this heavy yoke,
This burden that cripples my spirit and robs my joy.
What is it like to live a different life?
To believe something different from what I've spoke. 

To try new things and become more of YOUR joy.
Thank YOU that I'm not perfect!

Thank YOU that I can make mistakes,
And can try again.
There are many possibilities ahead!
I can zoom ahead and I can apply the breaks,
I can stumble and re-wire my brain.

Thank YOU that I'm not perfect! 
So here's to another attempt,
So here's to continuing on the journey...
No matter what…willingly and NOT circumspect!

I ought to know that,

We are one in the same.

We can't fix it,

And I don't feel any shame.


We don't talk much,

Nothing really will ever change.

But i don't think i like it,

And I feel so strange.


If you were to go blue,

My heart would crack in two.

I wouldn't confront you,

We’d end up like we always do


If you know me you need to show me,

Or I'll just crack in two.

And I'm not sure you’ll fix it,

Just because I'm so used to it.


If you know me then show me,

Say it right back to my face.

Cause i think we could fix it,

Become not used to it.


Cause you know that we’re the same,

I have worse things I can take.

But i can't have you flake,

Or else I won't have my escape.

Go forth and be who everyone wants you to be.
Speak in tongues that aren’t your own.
Involve into hobbies that will deteriorate living.
Analyze them like a book and answer with an A+
Forget yourself.
And praise the new you.

Our problems feel so personal,
Like a knife designed to cut
In all the weakest spots.
And we can look at lives apart from ours -
Shining, golden in their
Perfection.

And a yearning can rise up within, a hunger
That doesn’t abate -
I wish I had their life,
That hollow space whispers.

But pain overwhelms those lives,
A personal pain that we’ve already
Overcome.
Issues that we can’t even fathom,
Hid behind every picture-perfect
Smile.
Destruction that comes in forms
We’ve never even seen -
Insidious, hidden, all-consuming.

Or maybe, their life is perfect
(if there ever was such a thing).
Maybe it’s golden, and full of love
And light, and
Promise.
And I’m happy for them, truly
And yet, I would never trade my problems
For theirs.

I love everything about you. I love every part of your body, the way it feels, the way it moves. Your hair, no matter the color you choose, flows with such grace, framing your beauty perfectly. The gentle curve of your forehead, holding thoughts both new and familiar. Your eyebrows, delicate as the whispers of the moon, arching like a soft promise. Your grey-blue eyes, piercing yet serene, gazing into the night, reflecting the vastness of the ocean. Your ears, so delicate, like works of art, sculpted to perfection. Your nose, shaped to flawless symmetry, crinkling with every laugh. Your lips, soft and inviting, the perfect place for mine to rest. Your jaw, smooth as silk, calling out to be traced with my fingers or lips. Your neck, so tender, the perfect place for me to nuzzle and kiss, a spot to savor, perfect to wrap my hands around when you want. Strong, steady shoulders that carry the world without faltering. Your arms, capable of holding dreams yet gentle enough to embrace me with warmth. Your hands, a perfect fit in mine, fingers intertwining as we hold each other. Your delicate fingers, exploring, tracing every inch of my skin. Your *******, soft and captivating, a sensual beauty that draws me in, a perfect fit in my hands. The gentle curve of your stomach, each line and contour a story of our love, worthy of a thousand kisses. Your hips, a curve of strength and power, the ideal place to hold on to. The gentle bounce of your soft ***, moving with grace and energy, mesmerizing me with every step. The soft rise of your ***** mound, perfect for teasing you with the promise of what’s to come. Your sacred space, where our rhythms blend in harmony, creating something beautiful. Your legs, long and elegant, carrying you with a poise that invites me to walk beside you. The arch of your feet, where my hands would rest, soothing away any lingering pain. I love the sounds you make. I love the way you snort when you laugh, a pure, unfiltered joy that makes me smile. Your whispers in the quiet of the night, like silk brushing against me. The excitement in your voice when you can’t wait to share something you’ve remembered. Your moans, soft yet powerful, sending shivers down my spine. I love your strength, your resilience, your ability to push through challenges with a fierce spirit. And most of all, I love that you love me, because every part of you, in all its beauty, is a treasure that I’ll always cherish.