Perfection
You wrap perfection around yourself
and paint beauty on your face,
you go to places where you will shine
and never pause your performance.
Or so I thought.
At first, the beauty drew my eye
and the perfection put a distinct line between us.
Then I dismissed you for your vain words
and knew that you would never be more.
But I thought wrong.
In a moment away from your defenses,
bare of camouflage and striped of sarcasm,
I saw you flawed and broken—
and I saw beauty.
For a moment,
I saw you
—not your veneer—
and you were beautiful.
Comments
Post a Comment