People ask what I want for Christmas,
and I try to tell them the cliché.
Makeup..
Gift Cards..
Shoes...
Something materialistic...

I want a boy, but not just any boy.

My heart aches for this boy..
I want my combat boots back...

I want my solider,
I can't ask for him...
I can't have him whenever I want.

I have to wait...
and the wait kills...
I told him I would wait and I would...

Waiting waiting waiting...