home

even from the outside,

you were never perfect

      your uneven windows,

     your mismatched shutters,

     your rusted doorbell

and that is how I fell in love

because perfect is lonely

too polished, too sterile,

fragile beauty easy to break

but that was never you;

in you, I could picture myself living:

     your stained carpets,

     your warm smells,

     your comfortable clutter

in you, I can be me