Not everything is perfect

Not everything is perfect.

Such are the words uttered by a perfectionist
Who consoles themselves after another defeat
Blindly believing that SOMETHING, something CAN be perfect
Constantly seeking to find that perfection
Someday, someplace, somehow.

Nothing is perfect.

Perfection as a word, as an abstract entity
Is in itself a perfection.
It presupposes that there are perfect things—
Yet, like all perfections, it has a flaw
Because perfections do not exist.

Everything makes perfect sense this way.

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Into the world of lust

I want to acquire you
To give in to the world of lust
To go all in or bust
It’s because I require you

I want you to take me
To order me around and tease
To make me do as you please
You will never forsake me

I want us to join together
To repent and forget about all
To unite in our body and soul
May this moment last forever

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No

No.
I said it once.
Do I have to repeat
The gravity of my decision?

No.
I said it twice.
That’s two times more
Than you deserved to hear.

No.
I said it thrice.
Perhaps the third time
Will be enough to disappoint you.

Yes.
I said it once.
And now you take for granted
My permission.

Get lost.

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The writing on the wall

Have you seen the writing on the wall?

It doesn’t tell about the people who must suffer
It’s not a story of a broken-hearted lover
It doesn’t portray hate against the government
It doesn’t spark debate on unemployment
It wasn’t scrawled down by a soul that wrings in agony
Nor by a woman fighting hard against misogyny

Have you seen the writing on the wall?
It’s just a scribble by a 12-year-old.

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