In constant search of the perfect him.
Settling momentarily until the parts that isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him.
So you settle temporarily once more.
All the while, basking in the parts that is him
Until the parts is isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him.
So you move on, to the other side of him
The side of him that exudes the other half of
Your unrealistic depiction of the perfect him.
Once again basking in the parts that is him
Until the parts that isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him.
This image, depiction, dream, ideal…
Blinds you when you find what could be him.
The him that possesses what the past him didn’t
And what the present him does.
But your blinded perception of the perfect him hinders you
Causing you to search once more…
Again, you turn the pages, onto the next chapter.
All the while, basking in the parts that is him
Until the parts that isn’t him
Cause you to yearn for the parts that will complete him, complete you.
If only you knew you are already whole without him.
Searching
