imperfect

just
so i know
you aren't going into this
deaf
and blind-

i feel a need to remind you

i am not a redhead.

a french accent
will never sound sultry
coming from my lips-
just silly.

and no matter how hard
i try
i will never have the pert breasts
long legs
and sleek stomach
of a Victoria's Secret model.

my secrets, i suppose, are mundane in comparison.

i will, however,
be sure to wear black rimed glasses
when we meet
i'll wear the eyeliner you like
the one that smudges at the thought
of the way you make me wet with want...


i know
you love me
and i know love offers a way
of concealing bodily imperfections
sunburns don't show
when you have rose tinted
shades.

i don't turn heads-
or expect to.

i just wanted
you to know
that i know
i am not
your ideal-

and it's something
that i'm sorry about

maybe the guilt i feel about
these many shortcomings
the anger i feel
my
self
hatred

adds

to the color
of my
eyes.