I have learned to love the imperfect
The way her smile cracks just as the moment she is feeling complete joy and then pulls back because she is not meant to have that much happiness in the world.
I love the world but only for what it is and I know what it could be, a green and blue marble with blue and green people
I made an imperfect choice and I speak in an imperfect voice
I cant say what I want to say and the world would turn away if I did. They need to hear the broken words with the cracks filled in with their feelings whether its loved mixed with hate or other things
Its imperfect and I love her and the world for it.