But you’re still not here.

I wish you were around so I could talk about everything that happens in my existence and listen to the heartbeat of yours.

You’d probably ask me why I am still stuck in the sand when I could be in the ocean.

My only answer is I don’t know how to get to the ocean.

I’m so confused wondering where you exist.

My mind is full of unwritten letters to your soul.

I should probably start writing some of those and hope that they’ll find you.

Wearing a veil like a tuxedo,

A curtain like a dress,

She is not married or to be married yet,

Dancing in a hall so elegant,

Her shoes are the wind that dances barely visible,

Eyes dreaming,

Bones breaking inside,

Muscles twisting like thorned vines,

And she glances at a second,

Something of great surprise,

Yet she must wait for the hours to pour,

Wishing for the wrong souls to stop attempting to barge in the room,

A place welcomed only for a specific other,

Strange they currently feel like a ghost,

Her future will explain the sun dancing with the moon from the far end,

The stars ticking by in the night before the shade of dark becomes light,

The lady is forced to wake in a world that is easy to die.

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But what color are your eyes?

What does your hair look like?

It's hard to imagine,

Like picturing a black y/n slenderman,

Dayum, why can't you already enter my life?

Can I say that I am obsessed,

Lost in ideals and dreams of what will be?

I see you in Korean dramas,

I see you in fantasy movies,

I see you in my own movie.

I smile, thinking of traveling with you everywhere,

Then I wake up and remember I am still waiting for you to appear.

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Hand on the book,

Praying to God she'll only speak the truth.

She does not know you,

But the waiting needs to end.

There are babbling baboons in her dms,

Ones who want to pretend to be her friend,

You know how it ends.

She's tired of sending gifts of rejection in creative ways of her own that aren't because you exist by her throne.

This queen only appreciates gay kings and loyal kings she calls her brethren.

She watches relationship reels and saves them under, “For the One”.

Consider her crazy, but she has created a gift for you.

You're always on her mind,

The red strand tugging on her heart,

One reason she continues writing life.

Sincerely,

The Girl Who Waits