Jet Black Heart

What is perfection

But a thought

A feeling preserved

for those with no imagination

Of the things that destroy

That which should be preserved

Falling into the abyss

Never was this easy

Because perfection maybe perfect

But the chasm

Of being something flawless

Is what one should steer clear of

Gaping far far below

Waiting to swallow

The ones who call themselves

Perfect

For what are we

If not imperfect?

 The entropy of this universe

The disorder, the chaos

Always increases

So why, oh why?

Is it so difficult

To accept imperfections

The way they are?

It's the voice of the heart

Which falters, makes mistakes

The heart, all the while

Pleading to fall down

And get up again,

Scarred, but satisfied

Because what the heart wants

Is to know the feeling

Of feeling and loving imperfectly

For what are we

If not imperfect?

 Every curve, edge, crevice

Has a story to tell

Every blemish hides sorrow

Sorrow accompanies pain

But isn't pain that

Which must be felt?

So why is it so hard

To accept that which cannot be changed

And make it something

To be content with?

It's not lack of flaws

That this vessel needs

But those flaws

To be loved, cherished,

Worn proudly on the sleeves

On display for the world

To see as they are

Strengths, not weaknesses

For what are we

If not imperfect?

 I love your flaws

And you love mine

Because that's the beauty

Of reveling in the joy

Of accepting and being accepted

The way you are

Beauty lies in the eyes

Of those who behold

And as long as

These imperfections exist

You and me, we will

Be as infinite as the stars

Lighting up the sky

The pathways to heaven

Waiting to be reached

Twinkling the way your eyes do

When you look at me

And I look at you

Shining with the promise

Of many more days of togetherness

Not without flaws,

But with each other

For what are we