The Imperfect


The Imperfect

I saw true glimpses of you
In the flashing lights of a carnival wasteland
Even through your ancestor’s coat
And your white knuckles from holding it so tightly
In order to comfort yourself
That you are totally impenetrable
And safe from suffering

If you dare to let us fail wonderfully and descend into the imperfect

I will overwhelm you with skeleton kisses
And you will give me your heart
Without my begging for it
And perhaps you will be disappointed
And maybe I will be the cause of awful pain
But we will be alive together here for however long
We feel something anything that might matter

And I promise to hold your gentle heart in my claws and sing to it beautifully

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