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Beauty so awkward.
Your flaws tell you you aren’t thin.
Wish to change who you are cause
of the discomfort in your own skin.
Shed it like a snake.
Wait for it to dry
and harden as time moves by.
I miss your old skin.
Beautiful with all its imperfections.
Ignore your inner thoughts.
Slowly learn to resent them.
Writing these lines for you.
Snort them.
Quickly learn to adore them.
See them disappear
as they travel up your nostril.
You realize my words are in
your system and you no longer feel awful.
As you start to relax
you realized you’ve relapsed
and now my words travel quick
and tickle your synapse.
Fast forward, watch the time lapse
as you reach the peak, or should I say the climax?
The drug is so pure, my words don’t
contain errors of syntax.
Not even at your core yet
as I’m aiming at your cortex.
These are my words
Become addicted to them.
Refer to them when your thoughts
come with deception.
Use my words to forcefully
change your perception.
No more pain I promise.
Promise these words are honest, and
honestly I’ll keep convincing you of
your beauty until I’m exhausted.
Self esteem,
here to lift it.
Even though I’ve drifted
and veered from my intended path,
I’m here to help get rid of something
awful you refer to as your past.
Take my hand.
Extend it to help you up.
Because I’ve been on the ground too
when no one would show up.
You’ve been hurt.
Your wings are broken.
Let me mend them as a token
of appreciation for enlightening
the world with a smile so contagious
that would lead all to believe that you’re perfect.
[perfection].
Not what I was searching,
but that’s what I stumbled upon.
Your scars make you perfect.
They make you human.
You exhale an excess of my words while I inhale. I feel the words
touring to my synapse
making my brain as warm as wool.
I guess even my own words
can make me fall in love
with someone so beautiful.
* Poem from Perez’ third volume of verse, “[conversations],” published May 4, 2013 by Lulu. Read another poem by Perez here.