obsolete prefection

And yet I wonder all the time
Why do you love me
You do not know me
Is my presence so alluring
My beauty so transforming
That you would allow me to entrace thee

All these questions
A never-ending plea
Can you just find me
Look for real meaning
Existence in this distance
Not only to fill some void you're missing

It all seems significant
The facade of completion in meaning
So you cannot hear me
When I sing of my own selfishness
A bitch bewitched
Wanting to need thee

This longing all wrong
Fix me
Test me
Push on
Dismiss me
Make me the best me

Yet you only see raptured smiles
Embracing arms
All words you never knew
Together so perfectly
Surfaced with non-promises
Never missed
Hope's most fatal kiss

I wake to this oxymoron
Of life
Each time my eyes
See the day's light
If you really knew
You wouldn't adorn me
Never be introduced
To be reduced

I don't mean to mislead
This is just my lead
That maybe you'd be the one
To preform this longing deed
Make love to the real me
In a place that touches so deep
I'd genuwinely greet

Don't chance what you wish now
It's far too late
Worry not though
It's not all who are afforded this will
Sometimes the bewitched me
Just needs a little mortality

So you see
Sometimes I'm a free me
To some forces that be
I won't efface thee
This is fleeting me

Until then
I continue to meet
Picking and weeding
All who do not meet
Soon I shall plow
And you will touch my soul
Humbling to produce a better me
Hello, it's nice to met thee!
Now there's a genuwine me.