Bewitched by the thought that imperfection is what makes someone lovable,
when I am after being heavenly and flawless.
Even when I write, I can\'t help but to look after perfection,
I want every word to fit and rhyme.
Until I realized that my ideology was shaped from being a people pleaser,
an unoriginal, insecure, and dull non-believer.
I hate how people find me plain and simple,
and so, I go after being extra and sensational.
And now, even with my body I feel unconfident,
Sometimes it\'s hard being comfortable with my own skin.
Until you noticed the shy but astounding beauty hidden,
underneath all the layer of timidity that\'s tough to break even.
You told me, \"Imperfection is what makes you beautiful, even more lovable.\"
and so, I lay bare my scars so you could see the constellations.
You touched every damage, wounds, and mark of my existence,
With all our might, we both seek imperfection.