progress>perfection
It's sad because
you made me want to be a sex toy
just to be held by you
knew I hadn't caught your heart
so I wanted to settle for getting your dick hard
sometimes I think
my dreams of romance
will never come true
because I want it too bad
to the point that I've made an idol out of such a relationship
why I can't have it
I'm burning the bridge to the last person
I imagined could be my soul mate
the lesson after it all?
still have more healing to do
learning the growing and it's pains never end
why I need to abandon perfection as the goal
for progress instead
have to remind myself I'm worthy of love
even with flaws
I've internalized the voice of the oppressor that tells me to prove I'm worthy
always been the harsh critic to my creativity
saying its not quite anybody's tempo
doesn't have rhythm
lacks form or precision
another poem about him...please get over it
But I interrupt the lies to breathe in the truth
it was never a poems perfection I connected to
but rather the courage to bare the naked truth
and this is me reaching for that too
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