While My Guitar Gently Weeps Poem by Ben Bergeth

I am looking for you,
in every place, every space.
When I found you, I only stumbled upon a piece of you.
With every girl, I get closer, closer to you.

The one that is everything I am not,
and nothing that I am.
You fit like two hands holding onto dear life.
And those spaces can only filled by you.

I feel like I am about over the hill.
Before, this was a big acceptable joke.
So take a deep breath, jump!
You'll be fine, You'll learn as you go.