I want someone
Who will send me flowers on a Tuesday
And drive at 2am to hold me when I’m the furthest from being okay

Someone who will call just to say something reminded them of me
And know exactly what coffee I need to get through the day

I need someone
Who understands that when I try to push them away
I need them the closest
Someone who will look into my tired eyes
And tell me I’m beautiful even though I feel the furthest thing from it

I need someone
Who wants to know every vice, every moment that stains my past
Like tea on a childhood treasure map
Connecting the points
Silently accepting
That I’m far from perfect
But loving me anyway

I want you to look into my eyes and feel the fluorescent haze of the city evaporate, for time to stop like it does in the movies. Kisses in the rain. But movies are fiction, and I feel defeated for wanting a love that just doesn’t exist.

Well maybe it does
Just not from you.