I have always found beauty in the crooked and flawed. 
A lone dark cloud dancing on a stage of brilliant blue.
The honesty of a song sung slightly out of tune.
A pretty pink scar, its story told in a sentence written on a milky white thigh.
I think that's why I love you and all your little eccentricities.
The exquisite poetry of imperfection.
Beautifully broken.
And wonderfully damaged.

--michael faudet