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I'm told I'm too picky


I'm told to lower my standards

To stop wanting what I want


I'm told my type is too rare and that I will never find that


My type?


I don't have a type 


I mean if you count human qualities a type then I guess I do 


I want him to love me whole heartedly 


I want him to show me off as if I'm his most prized possession 


I want him to smile at me like all he can see is me 


I want to know he cares and he loves me 


I want him not to cheat on me and to cherish me


I want to feel like I'm needed and I want to need him 


I want us to be a united force and work together as one to defeat anything in our paths 


I will not have a type physically


Only mentally


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