Diaphanous

Beauty. It is a word, it is a definition, it is craved for, an image, a knowledge, a humanity. It is you. It is not me. Will never be me, so I will make beauty alive on the flesh stretched across these bones. Why can't my bones be splintered, clawing at the skin above?

Perfection. Nobody is perfect as they say, I vow to be. 

No matter how many attempts, how much pain there is, how many times I need to pick at the stitches that seal my heart; I will be perfect. 

If beauty means plastic surgery, blond hair, blue eyes; I will have them. If beauty means a slim waste, clear skin, manicured nails; I will have them. If beauty means plush lips, blushed cheeks, and elegant stance; I will have it all.

I will be

Perfect.

Perfection: Beauty, shallow words, emotionless, hopeless, dreaming, sexy, dumb.

Perfection: A faceless society.

Perfection: A heart which does not breathe between my lungs.

Hi, yes I have many stories going already... But I couldn't resist :)

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~Amber <3