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Imperfectly Perfect

I can never compare to the person you deserve.

I am not the kind of girl you usually hang out with.

I am not someone you can be proud of,

But, if you need someone to have a lot of fun with,

Laugh till your sides hurt,

Someone to love till your heart bleeds,

Make a lot of memories with,

Then, I am perfect for you.

I know we make no sense,

We are worlds’ apart

But, my eyes search for you in every place I go.

I don’t need promises of a future ,

We can keep it real,

But, that doesn’t stop me from dreaming of us.

You are not my knight in shining armour,

My sword can fight your battles too.

The way you light up when you smile,

Makes me wish things were different.

Though, I know you deserve more.

But, if you ever need someone to rock you to sleep,

Guide you through the darkness,

Hold your hand and a place in your heart,

Then, I am so perfect for you.

Something about you

There’s something about you.

I am not sure if it is your charming gesture or sweet smile but you always said and did things to render me speechless.

Like when you tucked my hair behind my ear and told me I am your queen, that you’d do anything to keep me happy and you laughed while I blushed.

Or the time when you hugged me from behind, and told me you adore everything about me, making my heart skip a beat while silencing me with your lips.

Or the way you kiss me, deeply, with passion, pushed against the wall, making love to my soul with your lips, that makes me forget everything.

Like the way you intertwined your fingers with mine and told me I am the best aspect of your life, making me teary-eyed.

And when you blindfolded me and walked me to our favourite spot for a surprise you had in store for me, I couldn’t fight the smile in my face nor calm down my racing heart.

Until you removed the cloth that was temporarily blinding me, to introduce your girlfriend to me.

Like I said before, there is something about you. You always said and did things to render me speechless.

Being me

What seems happiness for others
is nothing but a vision of fading memories for me
What seems love for others
is nothing but a book full of poems for me
What seems desire for others
is nothing but an endless dream for me
What seems life for others
is nothing but a terrible experience for me
What seems a lovable mom for others
is nothing but a photo of a woman with a frozen smile in my hallway.