Flaw

They say love is seeing an imperfect
person perfectly
But I don't buy in to the cliché
I say
love is caring unconditionally
Hating his bad habits
Despising his tendencies
Not particulary liking
breathing his morning breath stench
but kissing it anyway
It's unspiteful hate
It's getting to that point
The breaking point
crossing the gap
staying on track
until the next test:
Love is a mess.