I may walk for miles in these slippers

But I could never last in stilettoes

I could walk around in my pajamas

And never have to worry about how tight my jeans are

Because its right, not a façade

You're my slippers

You're my damn pajamas

You incriminate me for being comfortable

Make me feel guilty without you

I don't need perfection because you're my imperfection

The flaw to my everlasting love

The hitch in my life plans

The bump in the road

But you're meant to be there

You were built within my plan

A flaw that was predicted

Something no one could erase

That no one could change

A fixation of sorts

Gods creation

Now you lay with me

We face each other, head to toe

I gaze into silver orbs

Thinking, just thinking

Of everything, of us, of love, or maybe hate?

Our fingers stretch to caress

Tracing a design of beauty

Admiring a work of art

Ever so softly we touch

As if we were a mirror

A fragile mirror on the verge of shattering

As we are one and the same

My heart will never shatter as for now I stop

I stop thinking and smile at my satisfactory conclusion

Sometimes you can't just put a label on things

Not something as precious as this

At least not in this moment in life

Everything is so unknown

Undiscovered

To everyone,

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