You sir,

are a man who wakes every morning

to look in the mirror

and pick apart

every detail of your mind

and body

and say that you are flawed.

 

You are a man

who likely lies in bed at night,

staring to the empty of the dark

and think

and analyze yourself

until your mind cannot analyze any more.

 

I will not say that flaws make you a better person.

 

They tear at you and eat at you

right down to your very core

and without mercy.

To say they make you better

would be foolish.

 

But they do shape you

into the person you are destined to be.

That is why I believe so heavily in never telling someone they are flawless.

Instead, tell them they are perfect.

Despite their flaws, they are still the perfect person.

 

Like you.

You are flawed.

Like a broken mirror,

your cracks scrawl like spider's webs across you,

some obvious,

some discreet,

but flaws all the same.

That does not mean you are imperfect.

Your flaws make you who you are.

And I love you.

All of you.

Every beautiful smile,

every spoken truth,

every sparkle in those eyes.

 

You are flawed beyond repair.

And you are beautiful beyond belief.

So, lift your head up, Star shine. 

Let the world see your tears

and the beautiful flaws that worry

your pretty little mind.

 

Let me into your flawed little world.