i fell in love with night
because i have loved the stars
more than the darkness that envelopes it
i fell in love with broken poetry
because i have loved the truth
more than the illusions that surround it
i fell in love with flawed art
because i have loved mistakes
more than the perfection that hides it
i fell in love with myself
because i have loved growing
more than the pain that i have fought in
maybe i have loved perfect imperfections
because they remind me everything of myself