imperfect

It’s funny how
far away
you can get
from yourself

so much so that
you are
unrecognizable
in the mirror

you let them
mold you
into what
they want
you to be

let them tell
you who
you are

and you go
along

maybe because
you’re tired
maybe because
you’re insecure

maybe because
they stopped
looking at
you

and then one
Saturday
someone stops
it all

pushes pause
on the movie
of your
life

stops you
looks at you
and says
yes, this will do

I always knew
I was special
always knew
I was beautiful

never knew
anyone really
noticed

and to know you
see this in me
lets me know
there’s so much
in you

real and raw
it feels so
right

to be
imperfect
in your arms.