I know what I want.
I want someone to steal my clothes,
To curl up in one of my rumpled dress shirts.
I want to step out of the shower,
And find my love waiting for me,
Bleary eyed and beautiful,
In one of my t-shirts.
I want someone I can debate philosophy,
Emotion, physics, ethics, morals with.
I want to be able to trust someone,
So I don't worry about,
Walking in on a lack of faithfulness.
I want to be loved.
I want to be believed in,
To be wanted and cherished.
Yet I know,
What I want...
I can't have.