Tuesday, 11 February 2020

Perfect...

He says I'm perfect
Just the way I am 
But I wonder 
When he looks at my scars 
Does he fear me? 
Do the battles I have fought 
Intimidate him? 
He says I'm beautiful 
And grow more so each day 
But this doubt creeps in
At the back of my mind 
What if this is just a sweet lie 
A temporary temptation 
Until someone better 
Catches his eye? 
He says I'm perfect 
And I don't need to change 
Yet I feel inadequate 
Like a weed 
In his garden of perfection... 
Yet he still insists 
That I am perfect 
Just the way I am.... 

~S~

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