Jane Doe

My body's missing again.
Whenever you describe
your dream person and
It sounds nothing like me.

I am too afraid 
to step into water
deep enough to drown me.

Baby, I am a puddle.
You are a 12-foot pool.

Do you see that there is a mystery?

I think you've been confused about me.

Too surrounded to feel unloved
and too lonely to be anything
but human.

You seem genuine, though.

I have been pretending 
to be your friend for a little while now.
Like I've been pretending
to be your girlfriend
in a whirlwind maladaptive daydream
That's gone on far too long 
to be a symptom of ovulation.

Baby, you are the deepest shade of the ocean 
and as lovely as the many feathers on a heron.

I am a flood on a rainy day, 
overwhelming, 
but temporary.
A dark forecast in summer.
The fading frost in early spring.

I am missing something.
I am an unfinished thing,
lacking concreteness and whatever it is
People like you possess 
to fall in love.

Painting: The great Wave Off Kanagawa By: Katsushika Hokusai