Fragments of me

All you see are fragments of me
Never the whole me
When you see me, when you wave,
When you say hello
I'm just a part amongst
 a crowd of other woman
you've already
Noticed
I'm a face you've stared at,
when comparing all the beauty of
 random woman
You call them your collection
I'm just a piece in your Victoria secret parade
I'm just the bust, butt or leg, you admired
Never the whole person
I'm just the smile you admired
A long your way
I'm the girl whose being whistled at
Whose fragments of the imagination
You can rearrange.
I'm your collection of woman
You fantasize about
Throughout your day