It was written

In bubblegum wrappers 

And Sunday advertisements

 

There was some confusion

Misdeliveries, malfunctioning

Prototypes, and rain

 

But we can see now

How the shapes come together

I don’t know how to explain 

 

I was made for you

 

It takes a bit of getting used to

No owner manuals,  instructions

Or how-to’s

 

I might run hot or cold

On occasion and release

Deadly fumes 

 

But the shipping 

Address 

is correct

 

I was made for you

 

You were convinced

You’re one of a kind

Fragile; a taste to be acquired 

That much is true

 

But there’s a hitch 

That connects to a catch 

Deep in the back 

Of my mind that fits

 

That makes a whole bigger thing 

From another point of view

 

The whole is greater 

Than the lonely little bits 

I admit

 

I was made for you