It's Okay

It's okay if I'm not skinny enough for you to see my ribs. It's okay if I can't sing with a perfect pitch 100% of the time. It's okay if I can't be perfect all the time. It's okay if i don't look like a porcelain doll. It's okay if I spend my nights crying myself to sleep. It's okay if I roam from place to place, looking for where I belong. It's okay if I don't say I love you right away. It's okay if I break things off for my own good. It's okay if I cry and wish I could take it all back. It's okay if I don't hear from you for months, or even years. It's okay if my inbox stays empty because you can't realize this. And it's okay that it's taken me this long to realize you're not the one for me.