Dear Future Lover,
I want a love letter
One that tells me I’m beautiful
How my smile illuminates a room
And how my body sets the mood
Saying my lazy eye is exotic looking
And how that’s the only reason people keep looking
I want a love letter … that tells me I’m smart
Smart enough to get better grades then my bestest grades
And my intelligence will match comprehending the album Lemonade
And in this letter that you must write me (I mean it, it’s not optional)
I want you to tell me you’re lucky to have me
And how all that I did for you will always be appreciated,
Yeah that sounds nice.
But that’s the love letter that I WANT not NEED
See the letter I NEED would tell me to find love in myself
Before I mistake it for lust in a man
The letter I NEED would tell me not to give a damn
About the people that’s wondering why I’m still single
The love letter I NEED would tell me to write
With all of my might
That the words of my soul
Would somehow unfold,
Would somehow bring me peace
Would somehow comfort me,
Comfort me in such a way
That I will content in my skin
Self-confidence? I’m getting it.
Clarity. I got it.
So you know what society? I’m fine with being lonely.
It baffles me how much I’ve been brainwashed to think comparing myself to others is beneficial
When I can just love myself
The way I love poetry
These words help me help myself
Because when harsh thoughts come in
Uplifting words go out
And that keeps me from beating myself up.
My boyfriend will come
And by then I’ll be ready.
Ready for love
And ready for my love letter.
I use these words as therapy
It’d never give me pain.
I’ll never be ashamed.
I used to feel the weights of the chains
But there’s much more to gain.
I write for me
So I can achieve.
There’s no way I can succeed
Without the push I need,
I dream, I leave
I cry but poetry has opened my eyes
In ways only words could describe
I find pride in my work and pride in myself.
I love this love letter.
So I’ll be waiting on yours next.
It’s okay. I won’t compare yours to mine
My passion for poetry is strong and it won’t descend.
It’s getting late; I’ve took a chunk of your time.
I’ll be waiting so don’t get behind
On writing my love letter.