Passion over perfection

Bizarre as it may sound

Incongruent as it may seem

Perhaps I stand new & alone.


Piece by piece, you take me apart

My mind flows circuitous into oblivion

the rest of me soullessly whisper to a tapestry


Spears & daggers shot in the wind

Aimed at my temple

Leaving me deformed


Only the bravest can reveal their vulnerability

So I cried,

And I cried till there was no energy left.


I collected my tears in a wash basin

and rinsed my hair with it

Passion over perfection, right?

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