Perfume

Myself, I'm here,
I'm whole as one.
I'm missing a part.
but its replaced with dirt,
so I'm still whole,
I'm still here,
I'm just 90\% me and 10\% dirt.
The dirt,
has its own special perfume.
Its odour de toillette.
It creeps and sneaks,
its core,
its life,
its everything and more,
is my big mistake.
I regret for a while
but I move on.
The dirt will always remain,
but in the end, the smell fades out,
it transforms into something else,
something fresh,
new,
exciting!
It transforms into character,
and personality,
and lessons learned,
it transforms into the past,
not regretful,
but thought of as a turning point
a definition of myself.
I know what to do and what not
and I won't ever do it again,
I've made a mistake,
the mistake isn't me.