I am falling in love with my imperfections

The odd squeak I make when I stretch.

The way my room

is a scattered mess,

how I am always a little late.

I am learning to love

my funny little sneezes,

my knobby knees.

the way I

tap my nose when I think.

Uneven nails

mussed up curls.

The thousand questions I ask

I’m not sure why.

I am learning to fail

at early morning routines

yoga and thinking before I speak.

Instead, I’m always rushing from one thing

to the next,

sleeping or reading.

Probably should do my algebra homework,

neatly place my clothes in the dresser.

Make sure I’ve finished my chores

before a night out that I won’t remember.

But I’d rather waste time by dancing

circles

in my room, speakers crank or

tucked beneath his chin as I sit in

his lap.

Now, lying on my bed, cat right beside me

sketchbook in hand.

Endless imagination makes a

smile

appear on my face.