Let us not trade perfection
Let's exchange our flaws
and I will fall in love
with what you really are.

With what you have lost
In the dead of the past
With what you are missing
At this moment's blessing

There is crack in everything
That is how the light gets in.

Then I Questioned myself to my disappointments...

Does she even exist?

i
am
defined by
my flaws,

my imperfections.

I climb this hell in the pursuit of perfection
Yet nothing is sufficient to please my lack of self-satisfaction
All senses, all pleasures, my every motivation
Washes away as I push myself further into isolation

Caring is the way to perfection!
You sway my way in order to advance to the next round.
I'm lucky to have support from someone who actually cares!
Only until you dry my essence up and move onto the next victim!

andrew.
i fall to my knees at his feet with a heavy breath.
i almost feel unworthy.
this person, this man-
he's perfection in flesh and blood.
i feel blessed.
this angel, a saint with flaws, perfect flaws.
i nearly worship him.
godlike, i search his face for signs of light, anything celestial or close to it.
i find them faintly, small, unnoticeable to anyone who's wronged him.
he is perfect, and somehow, he is mine.