Does everything look perfect there?
From where your standing, looking in.
Do you want everything I have?
Is what you have not as good?
From where your standing, looking in.

My life isn't perfect, just like yours.
Come on in, come and see.
Stand beside me and you'll see.
I'm just like you & I long to be
On the outside looking in.

She wrote a piece that shook my soul
Every word was as if she uttered my name
Feeling as if my heart was burning in flames
She told me a love like hers can never be tamed
Regret ran through my mind
as my soul felt empty,
it was her reality I was living
Now death comes to comfort me

Woke up to a dream filled with limitless emotions, she never sought revenge
But left my heart feeling strange
A love like hers can never be found
Till this day I search for a dream like love
And only find it in my dreams

That's why I now sleep more...

please breathe
please breathe some more
and more
and more
you will be okay
I will be okay
perfection is not mandatory
not possible

you are enough

ringing validations out to yourself in the moonlight of the night is enough
for now
and maybe for always
please breathe
you can sleep
you will never finish
but you are always complete
so sleep

I found perfection.
I found it in you.
You of all things!
For years I swore to never have children.
I feared that I was too much a child myself.
I still do.
But I found perfection in listening
to your coos and even your cries.
Every time you smile your toothless smile
is the sweetest of surprises
and all the while
I can't stop the bubbling laughter from within.
You have me wrapped so fondly around each of your precious fingers.
My son, you are the moon and stars.
The glorious break of dawn cannot compare
to the shine in your ravenous eyes-
hungry to take in the curious world around you.
I hope you'll never lose that hunger.
My son, just as you are, I feel complete.

A full life of living would be death when
compared to my life now as your mom.
I will forever love you with no end.

Perfection is easily attainable.
All you need is time.
Just build on a letter,
Then build on a line.

Take a deep breath,
Feeling utterly divine,
Offer up a thing of beauty.
It's what you had in mind.

By perfection I mean not completion
As the world may see it.
But when you hang a frame,
And see it's slight askew,
Though longer glancing at it,
You know it hangs true.

You are art
Brush strokes could not define the softness of your smile
Pastels could not express the brightness of your eyes
unbuttoned
Undone
Blues and reds swirling and mixing like watercolors in my stomach

You are art
Picturesque
Intense
Overwhelmingly lovely
Interpretations change but beauty remains
Ink peeks out from your waistband
Drawing me blueprints for where to lay my kisses

You are art
The finest rouge acrylics could not match the delicate pink of your lips
You bite them as my hands color across your body
like an anatomical paint by number

You are art
and I am breathless with admiration
Appreciation
and pure adoration

with your imperfect edges
you are perfect enough
to be filled in
you may be cracked
you may be broken, even

but what matters is
you know how to put yourself
back together
with gold
called self-love

you see,
you're holding yourself up
and you can see your old crack marks
emphasized from the gold
but that only adds to your life story
of how you became whole again

many people think brokenness
is destruction
but it's an art
when you realize you can fix yourself
you know you're unbreakable within
so just be and stay you