Don't call me perfect,
A lie can never be a compliment,
So don't twist me.
Call me a mess,
The truth makes me miss you.
Call me damaged,
It makes me happy when I know you know me.
Call me insecure,
It makes me smile see more in me than others do.
But don't....
Do not call me perfect.
If perfect is what you're looking for,
Then I can't play this part.
Call me a mess,
Call me damaged,
Call me insecure,
Then tell me you love me for it,
Because it is who I am.
YOU ARE READING
Damaged
PoetryWhen you laugh, dance, sing, feel, think, I use my words to do all that.
