I may not be perfect; I am a canvas of imperfections, a tapestry woven from threads of flaws.
But despite my shortcomings, I possess many redeeming qualities that make me, me.
Like my heart, which still manages to float,
Even after many people had invested their time in teaching me how to sink.
I'm still standing, still breathing, still living after being broken, cheated, and crushed.
My resilience is a testament to my unyielding spirit.
I may not be perfect, but I can craft a really good love letter.
I can immortalize you on pieces of paper, making you the protagonist of my story.
I can elevate you to godlike status with my pen, and transport you to another galaxy with my mind.
I'm sorry if that's too much, if my emotions overwhelm you.
I was never cared for, so I mistake a little kindness for love.
I'm sorry if I boast of my redeeming qualities.
But if you are looking for a good reason to leave, trust me, I can find plenty.
I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable, my redeeming qualities piling up.
It's like balancing too many delicate plates, each one a fragile aspect of my personality.
I'm sorry for the noises they make as they shatter, for the mess I leave behind.
It's not like I'm boasting of them; I'm just searching for things to clothe my flaws, to make myself more presentable.
So, I don't blame you for wanting to leave, because if I were you, I would most definitely leave me
Jhùdëēt❣️
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