I wish my lips were smoother.
I wish my hair was softer.
I wish my skin was flawless.
And my makeup never ran.
And I wish I slept through the night,
So I didn't have dark circles.
And I wish I was taller,
So you wouldn't have to lean down so far to kiss me.
But you say these things don't matter.
That you're with me despite them.
And I don't understand it
Until I see your tousled hair.
And I notice that scar on your eyebrow.
That's when I realize
You like someone for their perfections.
You love them for their flaws.