Less Flaws.

how i wish i were
having less flaws in me
so i won’t have to worry 
that once you found this hidden misery
—and all those pieces of wounds scrambled as memory
you won’t be gone and let go of me…
so easily.

how i wish i were forgiven
by chance and acceptance
for such imperfection

and my beauty shines
out of your remission

how i wish i were
luckier than any dying bee
wondering if love were free
and i could take it with me
to show the healing facade
where you find nothing but
less flaws in me

so you won’t be gone and let go of me…
so easily.

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