You call me perfect
but I’m not.

I am
broken, beaten, battered
shattered
in a million pieces.

Sure, I sparkle
I’ll be your night sky

but, I am
rough around the edges
~sharp like a knife~

Kiss me, hold me
mold me, love me

I’ll be your reflection
your light in the dark

render me
impossible, unstoppable
soft and sublime

but in the end
remember that in my perfection
I am

perfectly imperfect