Perfect (2012)

You are perfect.

But your soul is as cracked

as the lips

and the nails

that you bite and break because

you hate everything about

yourself.

And you’re perfect.

But your pink and your white is as blinding

as the shades

on your eyes

that close under your pressure because

you hate everything in and of

yourself.

And yet you’re perfect.

But you don’t have to break like the

glass or

the dull of

the gold

on each of the rings that you hide between clients because

you hate everything that’s associated with

yourself.

And despite it all, you’re perfect.

But I know times are hard and

I’ve seen all your friends die and

I know this will either be

the end or the beginning but regardless it

has to end or begin with

yourself.