Untitled for now

I am the gentler sex with more wrath than you ever hope to know.
I have no idea what I want but know that I want it all.
I want you to rescue me but know that I could handle it myself.
I want the door opened for me as we head to the same job.
I want you to help me fix my car but tell me how to do it myself for the next time when you’re not around.
I want you to hold me when I cry but still see me as the strong persona I hide behind.
I want love but don’t want the risks,
To be valued without being objectified.
I want you to read my mind while I stay mysterious.
I want you to know my secrets from just a look and I want to know yours without needing to ask all the questions.
To be close to you but still have my space.
I want to be perfect in your mind but when I fall, for you to catch me set me upright again and still see me as perfect.
I want to be able to talk and talk and talk and to be able to sit in silence without being questioned.
I want you to want to know everything without interrogating.
I want to be heard without saying a word.