I don't look for cracks, in people.
I believe that we are all a little
Strange and a little damaged;
That focusing on the weakpoints
Would never work.
So, I look at the good, instead;
Tailgating all the minute fissures
That give credence to--
To light, perhaps?
No matter how big or small,
Any evidence of goodness,
Is the thing that I like looking at,
In anyone.
Perchance, it is because,
I know how it is to be judged--
Accused and not given a chance,
To either prove myself, wrong or not;
That's why I give others,
The big benefit of the doubt.
Once, twice, thrice--doesn't really
Matter how many times.
I give, without holding back.
I give, until, I'm all empty--
Until, I'm all out.
Yes, I don't look for cracks in people;
I see them, but I ignore them;
Until, they get bigger;
Until, they swallow me whole.
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