You are Perfect with my Damning Flaws

I must accept you

I must accept your flaws. The flaws that everyone ran away from. The flaws that you try to hide, and the flaws that you refuse to see. 

I must accept your questions. The questions that you know will hurt you. The questions that you don't want the answers to, and the questions you've already answered.

I must accept your anger. The anger that you try to justify. The anger that you say I deserve, and the anger that you cannot release.

I must accept your impatience. The impatience masked in tolerance. The impatience that doesn't exist, but you're trying, and that's all that matter.

I must accept so much from you. I must accept you, yet it is me with the unbearable faults. It's me who isn't worthy of change, and selfish, and unmoving.

Because it isn't you. And it could never be you. Because with your flaws, you are perfect--and with mine, I am not.