“I want you to love me for me so that all my flaws stitch together and make me whole.”

I traced the outlines of my heart and dumped out the contents. I laid them all in front of you and watched you walk away.

I am my own universe.

Its been years or maybe just months any day without you feels like eternity.

I bent for you until I broke, I wept for you until I woke, I cared for you but now I won’t.

I’ve tried staying where its safe far away from the deep end. Only to find out people still drown in the shallow end.

you treat me like I’m expendable why is it so easy to let me go?

Letting go is not only okay it’s best.

There is nothing like the four walls of your arms wrapping around me when a storm is near.

I told myself – You’ve got this, Even though I don’t have it at all.

I feel everything to the bottom of its depth maybe its a gift, its probably a curse.

The outer part of me so cold like an armor impenetrable. The words you throw at me ricochet and hit you in the heart.

Shades of black intertwined in my being I try to see in color but darkness is all I’m seeing.

I still remember the first time I saw you, your aura radiated nostalgia of a time where I wanted something so much more than I wanted air.

I take for granted how much I love sad songs when I’m happy I forget how much they hurt when I’m broken.

Late at night I’m awake thinking. I’m afraid of what I’d do to be able to taste you again.

I’d rather be shot by a bullet than to be cut by your words. I’ll die cold on the pavement before I lie in the casket of your assurances.

The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.

Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.

She abounds with lucious faults.

I may not fit into your definition of a perfect woman, Even when I have the power to embrace all my flaws and scars. But I get it. You still fail to recognize that perfection lies in the beauty of so many perfections.

The despondency that follows makes me feel somewhat like a shipwrecked man who spies a sail, sees himself saved, and suddenly remembers that the lens of his spyglass has a flaw, a blurred spot — the sail he has seen.

By the flaws in the picture the truth will emerge.

When a dream is born in you With a sudden clamorous pain, When you know the dream is true And lovely, with no flaw nor stain, O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch You’ll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.

When I pass, speak freely of my shortcomings and my flaws. Learn from them, for I’ll have no ego to injure.