Sometimes, I think about serendipity..
Sometimes, I wonder if she’s going to bring me back to a past lover, or bring a new one into my life.
I guess that’s the thing about it..you never know what you are going to get.
But it always show’s up when it’s supposed to.
My life is at an awkward point…
You see the thing is, I’m just fine with being on my own, and I know this. I know I can be on my own.
I’m just tired of being so…I’m done with games and bullshit…
So, Dear Future Girlfriend,
I hope you are prepared…Because I’ve traveled a long mother fucking road, and God only know’s by the time I get to you what else I may or may not have gone through, FUCK you could already know me…I don’t even care. But you better be ready. You better be ready for late night talks and cuddles, you better be ready for 140% of myself, full on all our fucking strange ass Brooklynn, and the wierd shit I do, and my crazy friends.You better be ready to hold my golden beat up heart that’s been attempted to be painted black. You better be ready to take all of my love that I am willing to give, because I’m going to give it to you. You better be ready for my lows of self hate, and my highs of talking me down form being a God. You better be ready passionate nights of sex, and then nights where Netflix is the best. You better be ready for my happiness, for the way I know I’m going to look at you like you are golden, and love your flaws. You better be ready for playful hits, and shoves, for being called a bitch and a cunt, and You better call me one back. You better be ready for calling out my bullshit, pulling me back down to earth, for rolling your eyes at me when I’m barking at strangers for fun. You better be ready to hold my hand and let me show you off because MY GOD I WILL BE SO FUCKING PROUD TO BE YOURS AND TO HAVE YOU! You better be ready for days we sleep in, and nights we stay out. You better be ready for dancing on my bed at 5 a.m., holding me during thunderstorms, and simply being my friend. You better be ready for the nights I scream in my sleep from the night terrors that live in my head, the day’s I want to get wasted, and can’t get the taste of alcohol off my mind. You better be ready for the poems and verses I’ll write about you and me, the way my words for you will flow so freely. You better be ready simply in whole, all and all for me. Because….I’m ready for you.
Love, Your Future girlfriend.