Coffee and Creamer

Mon, 03/04/2019 - 00:00 -- vann116

Dear fellow lesbians who, within one of you, will someday be my wife:

 

I am SO SORRY for not looking like a Victoria’s Secret model, or even someone who is “slim thick.”

 

 I’m sorry I don’t like my ribs showing, or that my cheek bones don’t have the perfect accent for contour. 

 

My jaw line doesn’t show because my cheeks are fat, I can’t wear dresses with the back out because it’ll look like cookie dough bursting through the pack. 

 

Excuse me for not being the woman that can appear on a dress modeling sight and not get backlash for it. 

 

I may not turn heads on sidewalks or catch your friends attention while you introduce me. We may not be able to go on triple dates because my friends may not look like society either. 

 

I am not everyone’s wet dream, I am not the girl in the bikini on the sport illustrated poster, nor am I the sorority girl that every college drop out dreams of, 

 

I, am not basic. And I don’t want to be, I don’t want to be perfect. 

 

BUT! I can tell you one thing. I can be your cup of tea, or coffee! Whichever you prefer, I like both. 

 

I look good in things that show off my broad ass shoulders. I can wear off the shoulder sundresses! 

 

Or look like the sun, because beauty is bright, it is hot, it is unapologetic for the sun burn across your cheek, it resembles kisses and mine may not be skinny but they are plump and juicy and sweet. And they never cheat. 

 

My lips will love you, fiercely, no matter your body type, no matter the acne on your face or the eyelash on your cheek. The lives we live and the one we seek has no room for things that prove insignificant. 

 

We....are important. 

 

To the world and each other, there is no room to suffer through hidden texts and unanswered phone calls, we have been through it all with each other, disapproving mothers and supportive brothers 

 

this love....will not sever. 

 

I  can love you like the moon because love does not have to be hot or fiery. Love does not have to hurt. You don’t have to feel whole, because I will love you in every phase and wake up just to know that you will be there when my eyes close.

 

We....are like coffee and creamer—because I hate the metaphor of peanut butter and jelly. 

 

I don’t want to stick to the roof of your mouth because that is ANNOYING. I don’t want you to eat something better and I only be a taste you wish would leave, because that’s what happens when something you hate won’t leave. The taste lingers, the feeling lingers, and once I find you I, don’t want to be something that lingers. 

 

Once we find each other, whenever that may be, I want that to be the last time love has to find me. 

 

We will belong together. I am not perfect, but I don’t want to be. Because perfect, cannot love like this.

This poem is about: 
Me

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