The one you smile at

I want to be
the one you smile at.
I want to be
your sudden bloom.
I want to be
your front porch light.
I want to be
with you tonight.
I know he's kind.
I know he's generous
and smart
and understanding
and nice
and attractive
and Christian
and friendly
and strong
and everything,
or enough of what,
you always wanted
in that guy
that wouldn't touch you
for years to come
and you had not
a spare thought for.
More importantly,
I know I'm not him.
I promise I'm not trying to be.
I want to try to be.
I want to be like him.
Not because
I like republicans
or because
I want to start airsofting.
I want to be like him
because I want to be
the one you smile at.