Imperfect Poem Novels & Stories

Langit pressed their foreheads together, closed his eyes, and felt each other’s breath. “I love you so much. Stay with me.” “I will stay with you. Only death will separate us.” ** “Love is like an incomplete part that must be made whole. Half added to half, until it finally becomes one perfect whole. It is not perfection that love seeks, but imperfection, so that two can complete each other.”

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

I never so much dreamed about a perfect relationship because I know it’s impossible. The perfect man only exists in books, fictional, unreal, created by imagination. When I met him, I didn’t know he’d dreamed of holding my hand as we slept. I didn’t imagine he’d kiss me softly, whispering how much he loves me. It didn’t cross my mind that someday, the man who just spent one hot night with me, would dream of spending our forever together. Matteo sees himself as a cruel and imperfect person. But for me, perfection is an understatement. Not that I worship him too much. But because I know the extent of his capabilities, and the extent of what he could give for this relationship.

I have been on this road before One time in my life, It is a place towards the heavens A chance to see your face again Chorus I can’t buy the time Despite the millions in my hands, But I don’t want to go back This is the only way to see you I will walk this road for you II. We tried to make our lives perfect But imperfection is all that’s perfect Say you want me to continue I will go wherever you want me to I play C major on the piano, the first chord that comes to mind. The melody leads me to an E minor and then a G. I hum the first line. If only they could hear and see what I was saying. If only they could be here...

“It’s too perfect, you know? It doesn’t seem real. Real castles have tons of flaws. There’s chips in the walls, places that have been torn down and rebuilt. Water damage. Weather damage. Nothing in reality looks that perfect.” Elva looked at the castle now with narrow eyes, as if observing it more critically. “There’s more beauty in imperfect things,” Julian said. “They show growth. Age. Challenge and acceptance. Perfect is boring. Imperfection…” He put his finger under Elva’s chin and lifted her face up to face the sunlight. “Imperfection is life.” Elva smiled. Then she glanced at her sand mound. “I want to try again. For real this time.” “Okay,” Julian said. He glanced over at me. He’d kno

not the version I chose to be. “I don’t want perfect,” I said. The words came out stronger. I want real.” The space cracked. not fully. but enough. because that broke something. Something it couldn’t resolve. the perfect version of me paused. for the first time. because now it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t aligned. It wasn’t right. The white shifted. Violently. because now it was losing control. losing certainty. losing definition. “You choose instability,” it said. The voice sharper now. less certain.

* “I wanted to save everyone. Fix everything. Build a perfect world.” *Perfection is an illusion. You build better, not perfect. You create opportunities, not guarantees. And you remember that progress is measured in generations, not months. The work you do today plants seeds that may not flower for decades. That is how worlds change. Slowly. Painfully. Imperfectionally.* The presence faded, but I felt lighter. Less burdened by expectations of immediate perfection. I could not save everyone. Could not fix everything. But I could keep trying, keep building, keep planting seeds of better futures.

The weather was a little cloudy and started raining in a while "O my I don't want to land into a ball with my dress drenched. Perhaps it will stop till I reach my destination" I thought It's crazy. Why they have chosen such a location which is away from the city and so deserted and why the roads are so empty. I checked the phone again only to realize about my stupid mistake. I've entered the wrong postal code." Great, this is what was needed! How can I be so stupid." I mumbled I took a reverse turn. The road was wet, slippery, and a little muddy. I lost the balance on my snooty. I might have hit the tall tree behind. Next, I know everything went black.

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

Song for the chapter : Perfectly Imperfect by Ada. *********** ~Kunmi~ It was Aminah parent's anniversary and I was supposed to be dressing up for the party but I just couldn't bring myself to stand up from my bed and get dressed. Aminah had sent their address immediately after our conversation on Thursday and she had even sent a reminder this morning.