For someone who’s never actually 

Been in a relationship, 

I sure talk about being in one a lot. 

Maybe it’s because I know, deep down, 

Maybe it’s not for me. 

The perfect relationship, for me at least, 

Only exists in my mind. 

Being happy with someone else, 

Who’s okay with not talking everyday. 

Who’s okay with not seeing each other everyday. 

Someone who knows

I’m solely devoted to them, 

Even if I'm not screaming it from the rooftop. 

Someone who knows 

I need space to just be with myself, 

Without feeling discarded. 

I tell myself there’s someone out there 

Who will understand what I need, 

Without making me feel guilty for it. 

Someone who’ll take it in a stride 

When I can't be bothered to answer my phone. 

It’s selfish to ask anyone of these things, 

So I won't. 

I’ll deal without, like I always have, 

And I'll be fine. 

I’ll live in my head until I can have it, 

And only once I have it, 

Will I cherish it with everything I have. 

Because someone who doesn’t bat an eye

At my wants and needs,

Deserves nothing less.