Imperfection...

"This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections." - Saint Augustine


I hate to disappoint you
but I know I already have.
My pedestal was built then shattered...
Again.

I can only be who I am.
I can only give what I have.
So when my 100 equates to your 50,
that's still all of me.

Take it for what it is.
Get mad for what it isn't.
It's what I know,
I still have to grow
but in the meantime, can you embrace it?

I know that I'm not perfect
and I have the will to change.
But not so completely that I lose myself...
Again.

Because you are not perfect
yet I love you all the same.
You're so imperfectly perfect
that you keep my heart beating.

Arrhythmia.

I could be perfect for you.