When you accept the brokenness of people
And you accept that we all come from a deep place of isolation and the need for self-fulfilment
You don’t know when they were on the brink, a fine line, you don’t know when they were on the precipice and that one look, that one word pushed them into the abyss and it broke something irreparable
When you accept that you don’t have to be perfect, and neither does anyone else
You don’t even have to try if you don’t want to, if it hurts to be
And what’s perfect anyway?
To be as lemon as a lemon
Or as lime as a lime
But what if the lemon cannot be lime
And the lime cannot be lemon
That’s it, what if they just can’t? What if they really want to, just to please you, but they just can’t?
And they’re both perfectly fine with being made into sweet lemonade and they twirl and intertwine and they love being what they are
It’s what makes your taste buds tingle and you don’t even KNOW
YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW