I was not looking for perfect
I was not looking for anything,
But yet I was looking for everything
I was looking to find myself.
My sanity, my self-worth, my beauty.
Who I'm supposed to be.
I wanted beautiful
Beauty can be found in everything
A smile
A laugh
A hug
A person
I wasn't looking for anything
But I found everything.
I've realized it's okay
To not be okay
To be happy
To smile
To cry
It's okay
To want
Need
Be angry
And to realize you'll never be perfect.
I wasn't looking for anything
But anything found Me.
What found me?
A person.
Strange right, since I wasn't looking for anything.
This person is everything..
Makes my smile a little bigger.
My eyes were a little brighter.
Makes me want to stand a little straighter,
And Makes my days a little easier.
Makes my nights less anxious, and my sleep is more peaceful.
I'm not expecting anything, but hopefully, for everything.
When I list these qualities about this human that "found me"; who ultimately held up a mirror.
Showing me my own reflection.
I get an unwanted response.
A response I want to scream at them is wrong.
They have to be perfect
No other human has treated me this way.
Showing me, because I'm important to them; I should be important to myself.
When I really think about it, though, as I sit awake in the chill of the morning air.
I wish I was in a warm, cozy slumber.
He is right. He's everything but perfect.
He's Imperfectly Beautiful.
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Chatty/Cups Poetry Corner
PoetryCover art by @lohkim_art Poetry by me with a chattercups vibe! Poetry, for me, has always been my out since high school. My life and self-esteem is similar to Ray Mond. I'm pretty sure this is why I love her and her new found love so much 💗 Hope y...
