Perfect Man

My Perfect man accepts my ways,
Like the secrets on a page,

Looks me up and down,
Twists me all around.

My Perfect man sees right into my eyes,
The way my soul is beautifully wise,

Holds me close,
And breathes me in deeply.

My Perfect man slipped today,
My Perfect man fell off his throne.

What am I to do?
He’s just a man.
Who falls all around me.

I tried to prop him up,
I tried to adjust his pose,
I tried to even change his clothes.

My Perfect man just sat on the floor,
Unmoved, unchanged, underwhelming,
What was I to do?

My Perfect man was not a super hero any longer,
Just a man,
With a good heart.

My Perfect man was just a shadow,
Of the real man I was looking for.

Perfect Man

angbet31

Bath, United States

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A poem I wrote about the ideal man I have looked for realizing that there is no such thing as a “perfect” man.

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