MrRight or maybe now or later
Dear Mr.Right,
I think I understand now.
And I get it .
We sit waiting.
Seconds.minutes.hours. days.
For the someone in our life to complete us,
to wrap our wounds and mend our hearts.
To laugh at the jokes we tell even when they aren’t funny. no especially when they aren’t funny.
To challenge us and to make us forget, but allow us the space to remember.
To know when we want to be held,
but don’t know how to ask,
a mate,
a lover,
a friend.
And we wait.
Believing and hoping they will come and rescues us from the tower,
to fight off the demons and the dragons of the mundane day to day life.
And to win our hand, for rescuing us.
And we sit and wait as we expect them to tear down the walls of our imprisonment whether mental or concrete,
as we become less,
we become dormant,
when we have been given the same tools and opportunities to tie up the bed sheets or cascade our hair down, to escape,
to be free, wasting away in the waiting
I want to warn you
I am not sitting on my bed waiting,
do not look for me in the kitchen making the pies to appease your hunger,
I am out collecting treasures,
and having adventures,
and making memories
with hook and finding my way with pirates,
and traipsing with sinners while believing in saints,
you wont find me with apple scented skin but maybe lemons,
or grass,
or the sea salt ocean
or dandelions,
because I am lying in the meadow looking up at the stars breathing in cold air,
and thinking of you
but you will not find me waiting for the world to be put back on its axis or ask atlas to put down his burden,
im not running away, but Im not waiting in a tower held high above life.
Ill be among the disciples and the hipsters, brushing off the mud of my jeans and rolling down hills with children,
kissing boo boos and fighting my own demons.
And one day we’ll meet and I ll ask you where were you when I was waiting and maybe you will say looking for you. or maybe you’ll say I was waiting for you. And we’ll be happy to find each other.
I will not let life pass me by while i am waiting, but Ill put pieces of me in all my letters left to tell you of my adventures,
If you thought Id be less pirate more princess I’m sorry to say maybe it’s better this way. I am not dormantly waiting,I want too much for that, I want to know me before I find you. I want to be single and appreciate the entire bed and not having to share, to look in the mirror and to know my own worth and beauty, and maybe these things will come later in life before or while you are around. I know not your name or the hour in which we’ll meet but tonight I’m thinking of you. Catch me of you can.