I have now officially been deemed perfect...yet, I'm still alone...
"Oh, it's not you, you're perfect!" he says.
Simultaneously breaking my heart of course.
But you see, I've realized something,
I was perfect for him.
Jeremy's perfect for me.
And Anthony's just plain perfect.
Maybe some day it'll be mutual,
But I doubt it.
And this whole idea of one 'love' fits all
turned out to fit very few
and I'm not the kind of person willing to starve herself just to fit into a size two
because while she's being subversive to the "societal mold'
I'm finding it increasingly easier to be bold.
It is a feeling you cannot imagine nor refute
and I never quite got that chance to reboot
because while I was diligently trying to make other plans
life was happening...
In the bends
corners,
and curves of his smile.
Dominating my thoughts for far too long of a while.
And while graveling at someone's feet was never quite my style,
he managed to change all that,
in just one second flat.
What this next line means I can't quite tell
But you know what really gets around to ringing my bell?The idea that in one moment's span
he could become "that man."
That lover,
that fighter,
my one and only true desire,
but when it came time to take me higher,
to the next level;
the devil and all of his pals were against us.
Leaving me defenseless.
But what units coincide with the measurement of perfection?
Surely marital status can't be the only indication
and finding the perfect relationship my only motivation.
That's one easy way to duly waste my life,
and I'm finding more and more melodies to my strife,
so maybe at the end of the day I don't really need him.
Oh, but there's that smile again.
Like the rules of gravity I can never bend.
It stop my world to think of him.
Tires my soul,
wrestles my logic,
wracks my brain,
until that moment of release finally came,
I had nothing left.
Waiting...
hopelessly,
for the rewards of perfection.
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