perfect one

searching for the perfect one,
they said look for traits
that match a flower –

facets like petals on chrysanthemum,
each yellow, yet each unique
characteristic
show less;
tell more.

but mankind rarely leaves such
unfounded beauty
all to nature’s rain.

picked and groomed, like a plastic mannequin,
waiting to be dressed; a knight
to pick the shade of
day – to ripe
the fruit
of choice.

perfect one’s are never found
they are forged, yet they
are broken, faulty.

you can’t make perfect, if perfection is
not perfection, but instead;
apprehension, the
thrill of chase.
the boy,
the girl.

fairytales without villains
make good stories, but
terrible romance.

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