Poetry From The Heart

Flaws

I told you in tears how I view myself.

I told you of the words my father screamed and made me believe.

I told you the things I thought I'd be able to hide.

I begged you, internally, not to leave me.

You just sighed and calmed me down.

You told me you understood.

You told me you knew how it felt.

You told me you would be there, and that you always will be.

You said you accept my flaws.

You told me they were perfections.

You said you love my every scar.

You love my tired eyes and my shyness.

You love that I look down when I walk, that I only speak when spoken to.

You told me I'm perfect.

And when I told you I couldn't believe you, when I said that I was flawed and imperfect, you just told me that I was perfect to you.

I told you how I hated my scars, how I hated my body.

I told you that my eyes were too dark, that my hair wasn't vibrant.

I told you every flaw that every person has pointed out.

You called them more of a reason to like me.

You said they made me more perfect, that those flaws were just an image, an image that you'd help me change.

Your words sent a rush of blood to my head, butterflies seemed to be flying within my stomach, and my heart wouldn't stop beating rapidly.

I knew I wasn't perfect.

But you told me I was.

My heart desires a change of mind.

With your help, I'll view myself the way you do.

I'll see my flaws as perfections.

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I was crying on the phone, talking to him and telling him how I feel about myself.

He made me feel like I truly was perfect, just like he said...

I love the feeling.

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Rosa Vazquez.