I am no ones perfect
against a million blinks and sighs
I can’t help but do this look stare
in all honesty, I’m standing here
just wanting to fall on top of you.
If it meant I needed to confess
I’d be the first to admit,
I’d bend on broken knee to palm
and say the fucking words.
I am no ones perfect,
we could plan all our days out
and still have room
for first time things to occur.
On the edge of a first kiss
it’s hard to explain why
things must go excruciatingly slow
with no real reason why, other than,
I need to remember and record
the moment all these bottled up feelings
were shaken and stirred,
released, and freely given to the world.
I’m sorry if my heavy circles,
leave marks behind,
it’s just, I need your warm softness.
I promise to trace the words
on top of your nakedness
from behind
that vulnerable side of yours
is beyond divine.
I promised
and I’ve delivered
just keep in mind
I am no ones perfect.

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