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My kind of perfection

In response to Poetry 101 Rehab challenge on the topic of FOUND.

“Wanna tell you a secret?
I found perfection and I lost it.”

I found perfection and I lost it,
In a blink of an eye…
When I was in a blind search for the truth,
I saw myself unworthy,
I saw myself imperfect.
Something I thought people can be?
Perfect.
I found perfection in an ancient beauty queen,
Who, sadly, doesn’t have a throne
And neither is she perfect.
I found perfection in an illusion,
An illusion I fell in love with,
An illusion that broke my empty heart.
I found perfection in some eyes as sweet as drugs,
Which made me shiver under my skin,
Some eyes that left me dead inside.
And even outside.
I found perfection in a destination
When all this time
It was only a way of travelling.
I lost perfection,
Only to find it again,
This time, in imperfection.

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"You can tell yourself that you would be willing to lose everything you have in order to get something you want. But it’s a catch-22: all of those things that you’re willing to lose are what make you recognizable. Lose them, and you’ve lost yourself."— Jodi Picoult

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