The Good Guy
I've met you before. I've met many good guys before. I know you. You are made up of all the things in the Universe that is good. You are beautiful and perfect and smooth. I lavished in you before, and i forgot I liked things a little jagged. Maybe what I needed all along was a guy made up of patience. A chemist, a mathematician, a physicist.
One who understands I'm not just star-dust floating with no direction in space. That I am not just full of iron in my bones and blood and meat. Or that my body is not only water but also shares DNA with dandelions. You will be surprised when the currents of electricity that drive my impulses cause fire in my wake.
You won't understand that when I turn that dandelion field into ashes, my eyes will swell and will leak of water, turning the iron in my blood rusty, and it is an infinite cycle like star-dust.