We would both be the same
Flawless
Impeccably presented
encased in glass-like plastic
On the top of a shelf
Collecting dust.
We would walk into walls with our delight
Attention only on each other
And of the curiosity of life
Everything would be perfect
One can’t love perfection
I sure as hell don’t
I love you
I love us
I love what we are and have the potential to be
Never flawless
Somewhat chipped at the corners
And slightly scratched
And used.
Not a speck of dust- but covered in fingerprints
And smudges
And tears
And real-live feelings.
Maybe one day we’ll need some duct tape to hold it all together
And some super glue
And twine
Because we’ll never have to sell it on eBay
No one would buy it
It’s for us.
And only us.
We’ll see the beauty.
I do.
posted by D @ 2:34 PM
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