Simple
Yet complex
Single
Yet countless
Your flaws
My flaws
Our flaws.
My insecurities didn't exist
Until she specified
What didn't sit right with her -
And so descended a crimson mist
A distance of isles
Between us.
Your flaws used to hang by your sleeves
By your snowy eyelashes, and vacant stares
Thin arms, bordering on wispy sleet -
Freckles like pepper - but I never cared
What makes you you, I'd never alter.
She doesn't feel that too, she falters -
It doesn't sit right with her
She should've stopped at the altar.
If our flaws don't make us us,
Then who are we?
Surely we can rise above
These predicaments so petty?
Perhaps I expect too much
After all, it is my 'nature'
Is it not?
