I don't really understand pretty and perfect wrapped in a bow, because show me a life that is without strife,
Show me a life without jagged edges and sorrow that can seep in from the cracks in unexpected ways,
Truly fuck pretty and perfect, give me life with mud on its knees and sticks in it's hair,
I say it's nonsense to only find the pretty moments,
I'd rather all the portraits of emotions to be shown, rather the gritty taste of reality than the sweet tastes of falsehood.
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A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-FictionA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
