Imperfect

The right kind of imperfect will be just perfect for me, thank you very much.

Tactile Sensitive

Whatever you do my love,
Do not touch me.
To touch me is to break me,
To touch me is to burn me.
I have no strength to bear it;
the feel of your hands,
your silken skin on mine.
No. None at all.
Whatever you do my love,
Do not touch me.

Ordinary

Some people are born ordinary,
some choose ordinariness,
embrace it willingly or in despair
and some have ordinariness thrust upon them