Author’s Note
Perfection is not about erasing cracks, hiding shadows, or smoothing edges until nothing is left. It’s about recognizing the light that lives within the cracks, the beauty that thrives alongside the flaws.
This poem is for anyone who has been told they’re “too much,” “not enough,” or “broken.” You are all of it — and still worthy of being loved exactly as you are. And sometimes, being perfect is less about the world seeing it, and more about the one person who truly does.

Perfect — For Me
Poetry by Rowan Evans
When I say you’re perfect,
I don’t mean you have no flaws.
When I say you’re perfect,
I mean you’re perfectly imperfect—
Your flaws mirror mine.
When I say you’re perfect,
I mean you’re perfectly imperfect…
and that’s beautifully divine.
When I say you’re perfect,
what I really mean is…
you’re perfect —
for me.
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