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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