Sometimes you make me feel high.
Most times you make me feel low.
At times, things feel right.
Other times, things are so wrong.
Your caress fills me with joy.
Yet your abandon left me crushed.
I am struggling to love
your imperfections perfectly.
Wondering, along the way,
How long will my patience stretch.
"Nobody's perfect," said a friend.
True, but if I feel like some pieces don't fall into place, should I ignore it? Nobody will change, so I must learn to accept --or simply walk away.
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