Perfect Mistakes

I'd rather decipher your passion

Than read your perfection.

I want to experience your raw, 

Deep emotion. 

I want to feel what you feel, 

And see your pen scribble out the

Words that didn't quite fit right. 

I want the first draft; 

The one with the stains

And the smudges

And the misspellings. 

I want to hear the words as they're said;

To read the lines that you've bled,

To see the mistakes before they're marked in red. 

So lend me your honest eye, 

And rid yourself of erasers. 

Your first copy contains no lie, 

But perfection holds hidden dangers.