Waiting to Love Perfect

With only a half wing’s flutter
I never muster the energy
To love you as I probably should
Flit in an uncomfortable avoidance
Of the many reasons I can’t
For I know you see them
Plain as day before your eyes
And yet like the topics of growing up
I dance around them like a butterfly
Except I thunder and boom instead
No grace of a pirouette on light feet
I am not even slightly smitten
As I continue the struggle, the inner battle
For the when to become reality
For the time of the when to be realized
For my when to be now
So that I can be perfect and lovable
So that I may be willing to love myself

Debbie Gravett © 2021.03.01

FOWC: Smitten
RDP: Flit
Image by Goran Horvat from Pixabay

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