I’m not perfect
Just perfectly flawed,
With broken edges
That are curved & broad.
I’ve been ripped apart
Only to be stitched,
Sewn with resilience
And a little added bitch.
I’m a cocktail of disaster
A messed up recipe,
With a teaspoon of spice
And a dash of profanity.
I’m a hurricane
So beautiful to view,
Just not a storm
To get sucked into.
With a life forged
Full of transformation
I became perfect
A perfect imperfection
K
The Darkest Fairytale 
Love it! Sounds a lot like me too….
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Thank you xx
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It is wonerful to see one of your sassy poems again. Love it.
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Thank you Ed x
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Classic you, Katrina – how are things?
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Oh, I can relate to this.
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