Bits and pieces

I'm looking for you in bits and pieces In someone's height, in someone's face In someone's cry and in someone's grace I crave your trace This never ending yearning won't stop till I find The one that I can finally call mine I tend to push my heart into believing That guy is the one, That guy might be the one, That guy just might be the one but The heart knows what it knows He never is, nobody is. These useless attempts of forcing love into my life constantly ends up with me knowing that the result is not what I expect. I Wish I could pick and choose and build you with my own hands. It'd be easier to just opt a nice personality, good height, mesmerizing face, hazel eyes, veiny arms but they don't add up to you. Because those eyes wouldn't be the ones that look for my hoodie in a room full of red dresses, that face wasn't the one I held with my very hands, those arms don't lift me with happiness and give me a princess twirl. The problem is that even if I had the superpower to put you together from boys of my age, I would still be left heartbroken You aren't formed of their qualities but my expectations and imaginations. You laugh with me, crave me, touch me, look for me and me alone. That can never be true because this version of you just doesn't exist. You do not exist and that's the worst of all