SHE
I'm filling up, I'm brimming
Got no cup to make it full
Instead I think I am the cup
I just fill it up with you
But "you" is a misnomer
More like "they" or "us" or "them"
They contemplate me often
I can feel it from within
I haven't found a way to be
With the one defined as "one"
So I've put myself into multiples
And get to know the sum
All of them together
Make a perfect pair for me
But I cannot wait
Until "they"
Fall away
And the sum become a She
Together they are perfect
They are all I'd hope she'd be
They're always so attentive
And make the time for me
Instant answer to text messages
The first to "like" my poem
on FB
OH If only I could find a way
To make the them - a She
Sometimes that she I call a them
Will message me all day
I have a contiguous conversation
Spread out to my "she" array
I am the studied focal point
ALL their words come back to me
Looking from my vantage point
I really get to talk to She
One of them is self deprecating
Suffers unrequited Love
With her I so identify
But I cannot be enough
(Apparently)
One seems to like self-torture
She denies her needs each day
She plans on being happy
By the time she's old and gray
One's so smart she scares me
And if conversation was all to love
Then she'd surely be the one for me
But a brain is not enough
One's overflowing with her sex
But says she can't be my
"Better Half"
And though I'd like to know her sex
I'm afraid I've had to pass
One just wants to stay at home
And raise a happy family
My jury's out on this one
But perhaps with time
We'll see.
I know that I am malleable
I could fit with any She
I'd adapt myself to suit her needs
If she were the one for me
But I know I should be cautious
Have no more time to make mistakes
Only want to find my one true love
So I'm careful for her sake
Somehow I have managed
In this choral cacophony
To find a little bit of hope
Toward the place I'd like to be
In the end it's her decision
She'll see what she wants in me
I'll look back and know moreover
That I finally found my SHE