While the rest of the world sees an elegant marble bust,
Close beloved ones see a pile of pitiful rubble,
Perfection is nothing but an elaborate illusion,
We must accept we are nothing but dust,
Openly reveal and accept our own vulnerability
Then we are free to break out of our bubble.
"Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground..." —Genesis 2:7
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You bruise me—
with your lunacy.
I could write a song
about all your wrongs,
but I'd only love you more
because it'd remind me
how much I despise it
when people act perfectly.