I really want to find some one who likes me.
Someone that makes me smile,
And gives me butterflies.
And then I want to completely reject them
for no reason.
I want to like them
And never get close to them.
I want to think fondly of the way things could be
And do nothing.
I want to get to know them through the grapevine
And ultimately decide
That the attraction has declined.
Because I also want to be arrogant
With a plethora of platonic friendships.
Makes me better than you.
Makes me stronger and wiser
Maybe makes me happy and secure.
All I know
Is it means I’ll never depend on love to be whole.