Wanted.

Wanted:

A boy with dark hair and bright eyes
with a smile that'll drop my stomach to my feet.
A boy that says his heart feels more full
when he's holding my hand
and will tell me how my eyes remind him of the ocean at night
because somehow the water looks deeper when cast in milky, silver light.
A boy that'll laugh at the way i wrinkle my nose when i'm confused
one that'll throw me over his shoulder and throw me fully clothed into the pool
that'll call me ridiculous, that'll roll his eyes and sigh.
one that'll secretly love the fact that i'm a mess because it keeps things interesting.

Wanted:

a boy that respects the fact that i lay down boundaries
but likes to steal kisses around them anyways.
a boy that messes up my hair when i'm not looking
and bites my lip when i'm not paying attention.
a boy that doesn't need me, but wants me all the same.
one that has a life of his own but has room to fit me in at his side.
a boy that thinks the day looks brighter
when i'm stumbling and knocking down vases on accident.
one that knows i hate dresses
but will tell me i look beautiful when i put one on anyway.
a boy that'll let me wear his shirt
because he knows i think it's like hugging him all day.

Wanted:

a boy that doesn't wear too much cologne,
that'll like to take me dancing
because he thinks when my eyes are that bright
there are no need for stars.
a boy that'll raise his voice when i raise mine
and will know that i will be just as likely
to throw a punch as slap him across his face.
one that will catch my fist before it lands,
that'll know i feel too much,
that'll know if i didn't care i wouldn't be seething.
a boy that'll know the best way to end a fight
is by kissing me until my mouth steams,
until my nails are biting into his shoulders to keep the ground beneath my feet.

Wanted:

a boy that knows i need my freedom.
one that won't try and cage me in
but will run next to me when i'm wild-eyed and anxious.
a boy that'll write me a song
and then yell obscenities at me in the kitchen.
a boy that won't let me walk all over him,
but will block me before i even start.
one that will match me blow for blow,
one that will never try and suppress me
but marvel in the messy, disastrous way i so often explode.
a boy that won't call me flawed, but me.
a boy that will know i can't be anything else but what i am.
one that would never dream of wanting anything else.

Wanted:

You.