Flawed Stories

What does she seeWith her eyes on meThis shell of a manFilled with insecurityBroken and flawedPaint pealed and chippedOn this meandering pathI’ve stumbled and slippedThe occasional scar Etched upon my skinEvidence of deeper woundsRemain buried withinHardly exceptionalIn fact garden varietyHumbled and blessedShe sees me differently

I’m alone I’m vulnerable I’m weak I envy I suck at things I feel sick I miss something I just don’t know what’s happening to me Fuck … I feel like a slave right now Craving for love, for care Searching if there’s someone available To kiss me To cuddle with me To be there for me To hug me To be everything for me I want someone Flawed I want someone to stand up for me To tell me that I’m not perfect And that’s OK! I want th...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Build a bridge with crumbling bricksAnd fall into the depths below.Ask a token of an ancient princessAnd watch the moths fly from her scarf.Bake the bread of welcoming with weevil-ridden flourAnd bring it freshly spoiled from the oven.Feed the sparrows an empty worm skinAnd watch them flutter away with empty bellies.Put some flo...