I make mistakes,
And that's ok.
I may drown in sadness,
And that's ok.
I have imperfections,
And that's ok.
That's what makes me human.

Imperfections
Are seen negatively,
When they actually are
An important piece
Of our essence inside.

However we are,
With the good things and bad,
loving ourselves
is what we need to achieve.
It will give us
A certain peace of mind.
We will fly free
Over the whole world
Outside to the universe,
And finally discover ourselves.
At the end,
We are perfect and unique,
With a personality each
That generates the real
us from within.

He would write his perfect poems.
Then, read it with his golden voice.
I hated his perfection
because I knew he was what I wanted to be.
He would smile and nod
whenever I shared my flawed poems.
He could do everything I had ever even thought about wanting to do effortlessly,
and I could not accept that.
I hated how I knew I would never amount to him.
But why do I want to kiss him?

Why do we always want more?
Do we not have enough?

Why do we need

a bigger house,

a newer car,

more money,

more beauty,

more fame,

more control,

more perfection,

more confort?

Do we not have enough of it already?

you have more beauty in you
than any one woman in the world.
intimate moments lie
in the shape of your eyes.
champagne and roses
fill the air in wake
of your stride.
wonder meets perfection
in the fullness of your lips;
the cutest little nose
awaiting a lover’s gentle kiss.
bearer of heart
seemingly made of stone.
stunner of men
made of only flesh and bone.