14th January, 2010 - Chelsea Smile

Little did I know before
Of becoming what I need
The specialness of imperfection
Was scaring me indeed

The beauty of the something others
Would find scaring, creepy
Was the one thing special
That makes me fall so deeply

The pounding of the thoughts about
Not running out of words
Is what makes me shut my mouth
Before the wrong word blurts

Ask me if it was his hair
Blonde but almost white
Ask me if it were his eyes
I’ll answer with despite

If you smile and if you ask
why I’m feeling blue
I put MY Chelsea grin on and
lie if it comforts you

But believe me or do not
But I can guarantee
This tiny little scar that made
Me wish a greater “We”