She is flawed in all the right ways,
speaking of her shortcomings as progression,
not disadvantage.
She smiles as they present themselves
in everyday fashion.
She records it behind her eyes,
for future reflection.
"Fear doesn't belong," she sighs, "in this heartbreak habit."
Her eyes are buried deep in memory.
Fighting the urge to look away, she fidgets with her hands.
She breathes deep and kisses me.
"One more step in transformation," she exhales softly,
my face still, in her hands; her eyes open, in my heart.
"I won't be perfect, but I'll come close if you help me.
Each blunder made together erases with a restart."
She puts her palm against my own,
sweetly grasped.
We step into each other's worlds,
reservations cast.
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