Imperfect.

Yes. I am the imperfect man.

But show me perfection. Show me perfect.

And I’ll show you utopian dreams.

I love imperfectly, but I hate not at all

I make mistakes, I say the wrong things

… at the wrong times.

But I hurt imperfectly as I don’t hurt at all.

… and am I imperfect because I don’t hurt you?

… because I don’t cheat or lie?

Then I am proud to be that way. Imperfect.

So just show me your perfection girl

… and I will show you the times you have been hurt

I will count off the times you have been used and abused.

I will forgive you your ways and hold you in these imperfect arms.

And yes… my imperfect lips will gently kiss yours

My imperfect hands will always be there to hold yours.

My shoulder will be there for your imperfect tears.

For imperfection is me. I am that.

I am flawed. I am jaded. I have been hurt too

I have cried, been weak, withdrawn, used and abused

… just like you.

I am imperfect.

Copyright Stan M Rogers 2018.