The Perfect Flaw

I won't let the
pain and paranoia
in anymore.

Locks on the
door that's boarded
and hopefully secure.

I don't trust
it though, they
stream in like

The morning sun
that is warm until
It's blinding and

Nothing will
make it go away
except the turning

Of the world. Everyone
moving so quickly
they can't see the

Speed of everything
making everything so
cheap and reproduced.

Give me flaws any
day and I will love
and hold and laugh

Them for what they
Are. And that is nothing
short of beauty.