Perfect Someone

As I sit in this chair,
I feel like I should be better.
Stronger,
Faster,
Smarter.
For them.
For that one person who won’t reject me.
That one person I have yet to meet.

They’ll be perfect.
They’ll treat me like a human all the time,
no matter who is around,
or who may hear.

They’ll be wonderful,
with a brilliant mind,
and a wittiness I have yet to see,
and a genuine reality to them.

I’ll always trust them,
no matter what,
and they’ll always defend me.

And I’ll never have to wonder whether they care,
or if they just want something from me,
because they already made it painfully clear.
The only thing they want to is a happy me.

So I’ll get better and stronger,
faster and smarter for them.
Because I can’t not do that for them.
Because the world is too lonely and too scary to not do everything you can for that one person who rocks your world.