Dirt. Under my nails.
Collected through my mistakes.
Cant scrub off my past.

.                  Beautiful
                  lOvely
   ­               iDeal
           prettY

        exquisIte
      handsoMe
            ­      fAir
      stunninG
            gorgEous

What if I was wrong?
What if I made a mistake?
What if I lost you?

Aiming for the stars,
I end up in the atmosphere.
Where the oxygen is thin
and all I can do is try to keep breathing.

Diving to the unknown,
I end up in the murky depths.
Where the pressure is immense
and all I can do is try not to implode.

Climbing for the peak,
I end up in a rocky crag.
Where every turn could hurt me
and all i can to is try not to get cut.

What if it's  not real?
What if it turns out a lie?
What if... its perfect?