imparfait.

I have recently come to the conclusion
that I love imperfection.

I revel in filth,
in grime,
in the dregs of life
at the bottom of my tarnished cup,
in the Destroyed,
and the remnants of
beauty.

And despite all this,
I thrive on the ability of
the Good to bleed through
all of this.
And soak it
in some sort of meaning.

And that may have something to do
with the way I feel about you.