I want him.
I want him to be..
not perfect.
I want him to make messes,
that i can help clean up.
I want him to make mistakes,
that i can help to fix.
I want him to not want me,
to be perfect either.

I want him.
I want him to be..
Trustworthy with an air of danger.
I want to let him read,
my deepest thoughts with surety.
I want to believe what he says,
but work to know the entire truth.
I want him to trust me too,
but see the danger of my heart.

I want him.
I want him to be..
Not everything I need him to be.
I need a shrink,
I don't want one.
I need a lot of wake-up calls,
let me wake on my own.
I don't want to need at all,
I need him to understand that.

I want someone who..
Doesn't need me at all turns.
Who doesn't mind,
When I'm gone for days at a time.
I need someone..
Who can read pages of emotions.
Who doesn't mind,
puzzling over my heart's logic.
But I want to want them,
and them to want me.