I am the sum of my imperfections
Every flaw and fault makes me
The character I am
Gives rise to the belief
It’s why women run from me.
I am not social, neither drink nor smoke
I am the boring guy at the party
Sitting in the corner, twiddling his thumbs
Understanding minute by minute
Why girls run from me.
I meditate on why I am as I am
Can I get it up, keep it up, leave it up?
That has never been an argument
The actual cause as far as I know
For women to run from me.
People have imperfections marking them
With features we all love
A roguish element we fawn over
Want them in our circle
Never a woman runs from them.
I am me, quiet and reserved,
Alone the result of a damaged past
Venomous heartless attractions
Ripped and shredded my soul.
It’s why women run from me.
Forever imperfect struggling,
Persevering refusing to give in
Finding solace in my deflects
An inner peace that I am who I am
When women run from me, it’s their lose.
Written for: http://www.adashofsunny.com/on-popular-demand-imperfection-is-beautiful-5/
Morpethroad 
I love this – especially the idea of being comfortable with who we are for it is our imperfections which truly define us. Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support 🙂
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Thank you Sanaa, so often out imperfections can be our greatest assets…..if not then what others find endearing about us.
This is a sad poem. I really feel for this guy who thinks he is plane and boring. But I’m pretty sure out there, there are woman looking for exactly that. No drama, just a normal guy. As you say in your last line “when woman run from me, it’s there loss.” I think that’s true 🙂
Its a matter of perception isn’t it….how we perceive ourselves is not always how others see us…..
Coping with our imperfections makes us stronger. However there are millions of people in the world and finding a partner is possible by looking outward not inward.
Thank you, that’s good advice…have a good day…
Absolutely is their loss…there are many out there who would be leading a much happier existence if they allowed themselves to notice the quiet one in the corner instead of the flash on the dance floor. XXX
Cowards and losers, indeed! How can they run from someone with such a special sense of humor, aware enough (and wise enough) not to poison his body? Totally their loss.
This is wonderful, Michael. I love the humor, which serves as a veil over the seriousness of the motif. Fantastic! ♥
What a great piece. Unquestionably serious subject matter iced with humor of the richest kind (subtle and dry and rapier sharp.) Gosh, you’re good.
there’s a joy of adventure in every struggle and thank god it’s only reserved for the imperfect soul…this is a beautiful celebration of imperfection…
Thank you Sumana, lovely you could stop by.
Finding solace in my deflects
An inner peace that I am who I am
Love this ending! And those who run; it’s their loss.
Thanks Khaya, appreciate you stopping by. Have a good day.
The opening line is such a powerful statement – wonderfully carried through the poem – yes indeed when people run for the wrong reasons it is their loss
Thank you Jae, thank you for reading and your lovely comment.
“I am the sum of my imperfections” and knowing that is important. “When women run from me, it’s their lose.” But, you’re married tone smart cookie.
Thanks Debi, no not married, at present.
I’m sorry Michael. I thought you were.
Didn’t you read above…they keep running away…lol
Not too bright are they?
LOL…..that’s what I say….as they disappear into the sunset…..but all is good Debi, things may change one day, there is always hope…
Perhaps you are mixing with the wrong women?
Hmm..I’ve had that said to me before, actually a counsellor once suggested that the next time I fancy going into a relationship with any woman I run the idea past him…..sound advice I thought…