Love letters to my restless heart

I don’t write to be perfect

I write for you

Who is wonderful

In your imperfection

And so I write

To feel wonderful

To feel emptied

And replenished

Each time that I am filled

To the brim

With all that it means

To be human

I write

To be imperfect

And to feel

Perfect doing so

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