You are so perfect

in all your edginess.

I love your flaws.

Let's throw tantrums

and dance

with the skeletons

in your closet.

Because it doesn't matter now.

In my eyes,

you are perfect.

The marks on your legs

and the scars on your heart

are ways for me

to love you more.

Those dimples behind your thighs

are opportunities

for me

to encourage you.

The sadness is a reason for me to sing

all the praises that really are

The perfection of your being.