Written by Jacob Ibrag
She depended on him to fill the craters
in her heart. Loved him more than she’d ever
love herself. While studying the imperfections
of her skin, he walks over and asks her what she
see’s, ‘a complete mess. You make my existence
make sense.’ Frustrated at her response, he
whispers in her ear, ‘you’re exactly who you
were meant to be. Without your flaws and
embellishments, you’re just like everyone
else. Perfection would be jealous.’


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wonderful post.
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But what is a flaw? Nothing more than a perceived lack or failure in comparison to a perceived want or desire. Jealousy, like envy, reminds us of what we want. But it should be taken with a grain of salt as the next step is taken.
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Reblogged this on Let it come from the heart and commented:
A lovely poem with a nice, simple meaning. The flaws you see in yourself are the reason why other people love you.
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What he wants from her, what she wants from him…nobody knows what they want from anyone.
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Oh, such a wonderful poem! I can feel the sincerity in each and every word and I definitely love them. One of the sweetest poem I’ve read.
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