Blinded Perfection

April 20, 2011
By alicat773 SILVER, Oceanside, New York
alicat773 SILVER, Oceanside, New York
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To me, “FEARLESS” is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, FEARLESS is having fears. FEARLESS is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before. FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen. FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost. It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change. FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them. I think it’s FEARLESS to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else. And when... someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them. It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS. Letting go is FEARLESS. Then, moving on and being alright…That’sFEARLESS too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is FEARLESS.- Taylor Swift

The details
Make you fall
Entwine you
Then strangle you,
In the specifics
Once you've woken up
from floating.
And you crash
Harder than you imagined
Was even possible

It's not just your dark,
Perfectly coiffed,
Little boy hair,
Or your hazel eyes,
That with your mood
And the light,
As fast as we did

It's not your

Smile, brighter
Than you can even know.
The one you've been hiding
For 3 years now.

Your way of speaking
So quick, so right
That has me red in the face
From laughing
A little harder
Than was necessary

It's the way your
Cuban blood
Flows through your
Paper white skin
Entrancing me
And then
With every touch

It's the way you
Hold a pencil
In your left hand
As you sketch out
The images you hide
In your head; escaping.
If only we knew

It's your voice
Echoing through my mind
Like a pitch black
Empty cave
If your voice was the last thing
I heard before I drifted into
Sleep, like a deep lullaby
I would have no more

It's the way you
Stand onstage
As you strum a guitar
Your forehead frowning
In concentration
As you perfect every chord
Every strum

It's how you effortlessly
Speak with your little sister
Unlike me with mine
She looks up to you
Idolizes, and puts you
On a pedestal
You can't fall off of
Even if you jumped

It's the way you put your
Arm close around me
Pulling me in
And opening up the door
Letting me first
Like your mother taught you

The way you accept defeat
When you know you've lost
Instead of pushing and
Hurting yourself
And others
By being stubborn
Such as I

The way you
Lean in to kiss me
Your eyes asking my permission
As if I wouldn't give it
To you

It's the way
You don't try
Like all the others
That have tried
For me

I don't want perfection
The way others see it
I have found it at last
In you
I had kept it in you
I had marveled in you
Came the day you

Now I stare at the rain
Watching the clouds cry
for our loss.
Or, rather,

You are my
blinded perfection.

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