We are all flawed

We are all flawed
All fall short of perfection
None can ever be
Perfect; pure; untouched
Life comes in; breaks us
Love may try to reclaim us
Love may retrieve us; remake us...
However hard we try 
We cannot "love" another well
We cannot live their hell
"If someone is fundamentally flawed
You cannot "love" them right"
No matter their plight
You can maybe mend what is visible
But how do you fix what you cannot see?
That just simply cannot be...
You cannot live in the past
Neither can you escape it
There must be some small residue
Some flimsy grasp that holds you
Like some super strong glue...
Unless there is a solvent
Some magic pixie dust...
Yes; we are all flawed; imperfect; broken
Yet our own flaws we cannot see
We hide behind our mirror
Reflecting what we choose
Until; finally; that painful reflection
Is reflected back; refracted...
Through truth; through honesty
Right back into our clouded vision
Then it is that we may truly see
And be seen...