I fall in love
with strangers easily.
I hear them talk,
and I adore their voice.
They belong in my head
for the next couple weeks,
I see them smile,
and all I can imagine
is their mouth for the next
ten days.
I sit next to them,
and begin to fantasize.
I don’t do it on purpose,
I promise you.
It just sorta…
happens.
I fall in love
with parts of people,
but that means
I may never find
one that is “complete”.
But, I will find someone
will parts that I can tolerate,
just enough to marry,
someday.
