You are beautiful, I am ugly.
How can that be?
But you are smart and so am I.
You and I are still a possibility.
You are important, I am a nobody.
It's strange and not easy.
But you are loving and so am I.
That at least is a certainty.
You are pure, I am damned.
We sadly cannot be.
But you are stubborn and so am I.
A chance? Perhaps, maybe.
You are a gift, I am a curse.
You are an angel, I am a slut.
You are a joy, I am a disgrace.
I am everything you are not.
But you are mine, I am yours.
Perfection, then, is ours.
Note: It has been a while since I've written poetry. This is for my son.
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