Detached

I'll be content loving you at a distance, 

detached from all the 'burdens' 

that walk beside affection, 

for by definition of romance, 

I am as imperfect as imperfect can ever be 

I'll be satisfied with not knowing 

about how your day went 

I am not interested in listening 

to whatever slows you down 

I am almost certain there's nothing I 

can do about them

I'll love you in a completely detached manner 

I crave silence, sometimes, 

I can go for days not wanting to talk to you

or see you, 

or be near you, 

unfortunately, that's not how a lover should love 

I'll not love you right

and there isn't much  I can do about it 

we will not speak the same language of love 

and I'll drive you insane 

because I won't seem like I care about 

I'll want you, but never ever admit I need you