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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