Flawed

You are one of the most intriguingly flawed character I have seen. You make these visible flaws seem to be a part of a greater perfection. I barely know you, yet it seems I do. You seem to be a better, grown version of me.

Damp curls and crooked smiles,

rimless glasses and seamless smiles,
Hesitant glances and sheepish lies,
forgotten names and giant pride.
Mind absent, words rotten,
drawl your words and freeze your gaze,
pick your side and shame them all.
Roll your sleeves and roll your pens,
roll your eyes at their expense,
mock them all for who they are,
chide them for who you are.