I am not afraid of your scars
I am not turned off by your broken pieces
I can match your imperfections against my own
I am not looking for a healer or a saint
My attraction to you was born from your rawness
Your willingness to abandon the rules we are made of
I am not interested in changing you
The foolishness of expectations is for the young of heart
We are not new to this game
We have both loved before
We know what it is to hurt
We’ve boiled an angry soul
Calmed a crying heart
Our story started when we stopped looking
When life seemed so prearranged
Your kiss is like forgiveness
Your touch like a long night’s sleep
Your gaze calms all the muddy waters of my past
I don’t need you to complete me
With you I am enough
You are enough
We are flawed
And that’s ok
I do not fear your darkness
I am comfortable in your light
There is perfection within imperfection
About the Creator
Kiki
Kiki Coll is a kind hippie with an earth mother’s soul. She enjoys unplanned adventures, familiar music, amateur photography, and manic cupcake baking! Life is all about the frosting!
Kiki's motto: Love and peace, pass it on!
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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