Book of Poems

Mister Perfect

There's no such thing as mister perfect.

No one looks so perfect, can do sports, is smart, caring, just perfect.

Why is is then that that is what they sell to us?

You can't be happy until you have the ONE.

Does the one you choose, to be with, be yours, hold on to,

Have to be so utterly perfect.?

They are only perfect in the eyes of those who love them and not even then..

They are their own,

Nothing can bend them.

There's no such thing, and yet it's, what's sold to us.

You must have HIM.

He must be strong, and caring, and smart, and athletic, and musical, and sociable, and perfect. He must be this.

I say nay, no, never.

I will choose now.

He will be the right one, the ONE.

Someone with everything,

and yet nothing,

He must have flaws because there is no such thing as perfect.

But, he will be perfect to ME.

And nobody else.