You Are

[TheWall0912]

I have no idea where your going with this one. Nothing makes sense here. How is a laugh a scar from a childhood rumor? This makes no sense. The whole thing seems random

Forgive me for confusing you. When I first wrote this poem the lines were as follows:

you are a raunchy, sordid sense of humor
you are a piercing laugh heard for a mile
you are a scar from a childhood rumor
you are a crooked smile

etc...

then at the end:

my love, you are a side effect
perfectly imperfect

but I decided to take out all of the "you are"s because it became way too repetitive, so now it's the title. Does this clear up your confusion?