I dont want perfection
Show me the scratches, bruises, and broken pieces of what use to be something whole
Show me the defects, faded scars, stitches, deep cuts; I want to see it all.
Tell me the pain below the surface, the things that haunt your soul, the demons that violently tap on your shoulder day and night
Tell me your failures, mistakes, and all the times you felt defeated
I dont want perfection.
I want what’s real.
I want your truth.