It's said that there are seven
Perfect mates for each of us
So far I think I've met three
Now they're all out of reach
The latest was my liar
Who turned into a best friend
When he couldn't watch my life anymore
He quickly brought that to an end
Though I miss him dearly
I now won't even try
Everytime that I call him
He hangs up and then I cry
When I realized that I loved him
I should have stopped it right there
But he treated me with such respect
Really sweet and seeming to care
I have been in love before
But this was so different and new
He got upset when I really fucked up
And listened and hugged me when I was blue
I don't understand or pretend to know
Why it now is the way it is
I want to feel him in my arms
And press my lips against his
Well, this will never happen
And maybe that's all for the best
Now he treats me like a leper
He's just like all the rest
Will I ever find the perfect mate for me?
Who loves me for who I am?
Who doesn't try to change my ways,
Or care who or where I've been?
I cannot be someone I'm not
But I want someone to stand up for me
With the loyalty that I give
And let me be who I'm gonna be.
5/19/2006
Angelique' Rockwell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-me-be-me/
