Perfectly flawed.
A beautiful mess.
Smiling and moving on.
Trying with each day
Not to turn back.
The human behind
The ink.
Perfectly imperfect.
Loved unconditionally
By someone who maybe
In the present or
Waiting in the future.
The human behind
The ink.
It could be me
It could be you.
We all hide behind
Something.
Ashamed of being
Vulnerable.
Scared to be seen
But yearning to be seen.
The human behind
The ink.
The human behind
The screen.
Keep on moving
Keep on pushing.
You are perfectly
Imperfect
And I wouldn’t
Want you any
Other way.
