Being Us

by Skyskater

And Cloud, I want you to know, that being "us" is not a sin, because the gap between your fingers, love, was so I could fill them in.

I look at you and I see me
Reflected in your eyes
Shining golden, brown, crystal clear
And I wanted to despise

You for showing me my imperfections
For showing me my cracks
But even when I turn away, I feel them
Burning in my back.

And then I began to realize
That you were just like me
Our imperfections were between us
And I began to see

That there's no such thing as a perfect person
And you can only come to love
One who's so imperfect
That they become a glove

To your needy hand
A candle to your cake
A lump of sugar to your tea
A bandage for your ache,

And Cloud, I want you to know,
That being "us" is not a sin,
Because the gap between your fingers, love,
Was so I could fill them in.