Perfect
practice does not make perfect
practice makes permanent
it makes perseverance
most of all i think it makes
perfectionism.
as a child you were constantly
told by your parents,
teachers,
friends,
family
you were “such a perfectionist!”
a joke to them but it follows you
like your shadow in the summertime
you see the scene is set for you and you
must be
nothing less than perfect.
ScienceDirect.com notes it is
often accompanied by tendencies
to be overly critical of what you see
when the mirror is finally cleaned
you stand in that mirror
lean in and fog up the glass
with your breath
in the mist it tells you
“perfect does not exist”
and yes it knows you’ve heard
that phrase time and time again
but i think it’s time you finally listened
hovering over the sink
picking at your nose and cheeks
bright pink blush in hopes they won’t see
but i see you
i see your heart
you wear it on your sleeve
next to the tear stains and
colorful paints and pottery clay
she knows this but not
in the same way
i see the scars but under them
i know is her
a breathing person with a pulse
with kind eyes and infectious smile
a laugh that fills the room
and is contagious like the flu
i know she loves me,
and i hope she knows
i love her too
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