Casual

I wish I could be casual about it;

I wish I could master that

As if it is something to be mastered.

To be a master at this

    is to be very skilled

    at hurting myself.

    And other people, too.

But I'm sick of waiting for that

    one.

    perfect.

    person.

To the point that I would be with a thousand half-perfect people

    to entertain me while I wait.

I'm sick of building my character through patience.

    I want closeness

    the feeling of being wanted

    the power of occupying someone's thoughts

        anyone's thoughts

        everyone's thoughts

What good is the wait

    when I can have half-perfect right now?