While I waited for you,
I ogled many who seemed to fit my preference,
Unashamedly threw myself at some,
Waited for positive responses from them
And grew exasperated when no attention was given.
While I waited for you,
I was approached by the fine specimens on earth.
I had never been one to believe tales of people dripping hot sauce.
But after a few crossed my paths,
I believed I had finally met the "One".
Why else would someone that fine be allowed to exist if not for me?
While I waited for you,
I watched my friends move to fairytale apartments,
Experience the beauty and beast ever after,
Participated with genuine happiness in my heart in every one of them,
Listened to countless answers to the "how did you two meet? " question,
Went back home, kissed my dog, poured myself a chilled glass of milk and watched a movie.
Soon,
I will be at a stage where I can't hold back the gates any longer.
Succumb to the pressure coming at me,
Accept the insubordination that comes with being single, successful and a woman.
I don't want you to rescue me from them.
I only hope you can accept the Me you find
and not the one you see on tabloids.
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A letter to my future partner.
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Petals in a Slave
PoesíaA collection of poems inspired by the hidden treasures within a soul. Not everyone is aware of the petals they can grow from within.
