The "one"??

Jovial thoughts
consume my mind
charging my atomic battery
while confident expectations of
that first meeting
make me act agile and sprightly

weird....

I always had that mentality
that females were to make and impact on the male species,
and then migrate to the next victim
look for the one??
for what??
that fool wasnt looking for me.

but lately Ive been having a
funny feeling,
as though I sense you,
sounds weird,
its like you're close by,
and our encounter is yet...
but soon.
maybe we've already met,
maybe I didn't know it was you,
still not looking but now I wait.

or maybe...

a chemical blaze within,
going through some type of mood swing,
making me have irrational thoughts
and fallacious feeling,
so many catalysts could be the culprit,
I wonder,
what I'm feeling
is it that crazy eight??

but waitt...

is it promised to every Adam there is an Eve,
so just maybe,
you're somewhere out there
waiting for me,
don't know,
but as I wait for him.. you
remember
I am still NOT looking
just having patience,
hoping I didn't miss the L train.

I think....

I'm experiencing
serious and debilitating signs of
mental incapacity,
a fluke in the 3 percent of brain
I'm supposedly using..
I seem to be creating
toooooooooo many
metaphorical comparisons
if that even makes sense....

see..
it is madness
that i possess
talking about all that love,
the one,
it is "him" bullsh*t
is cupid playing mind games
because I refuse to be
a queen
in his ongoing game of chess.
I don't know,
I feel as though I am babbling
maybe I should end this...
my very own psycho analysis of self
of love
and its false pretenses
sighs..... this insane feeling is bit intense.
Think I should just go to bed.