Dream Girl

I come here to vent.

[dr3amgirl1]

What does it feel like to be somebody’s first choice?

[dr3amgirl1]

Sunrise over Portland.

[dr3amgirl1]

Sometime nights, I don’t want to go to sleep because I know I’ll have to start all over again in the morning.

[dr3amgirl1]

Do you miss me? My friendship? My hugs? My phone calls? My texts? My perfume? My smile? My kisses? My jokes? My walk? My eyes? My anger? My sense of humor? My thighs? My loyalty? My gentleness? My care? My intensity? My love?

[dr3amgirl1]

I wonder if my person is somewhere in the world thinking of me, looking up at his ceiling in the dark, listening to R&B.

I bet he’s wondering what I look like, sound like, feel like, smell like, laugh like.

I think of him often.

This faceless, beautifully imperfect soul.

Everyday we don’t give up on love, the distance between us gets shorter.

[dr3amgirl1]

Are you young, Black, single, female, and childless? Congratulations on being everybody’s everything.

[dr3amgirl1]

God? Why do folks around me get jobs in new cities, and I’m still stuck here looking stupid.

[dr3amgirl1]

I’m afraid of my own voice.

[dr3amgirl1]

I feel so lonely.

My heart is an empty wound.

Does anyone see me?

[dr3amgirl1]

Guess I’ll spark my trees.

Guess I’ll pour my glass of wine.

Next, I’ll fall asleep.

[dr3amgirl1]

It is a new day.

Cleanse yourself of this weekend.

I start with hot tea.

[dr3amgirl1]

Life is but a dream.

I dream of yours over mine.

That is wasted time.

[dr3amgirl1]

Say your prayers out loud.

The universe is listening.

Then, just walk in faith.

[dr3amgirl1]

The moon over Portland.

[dr3amgirl1]

Somewhere in Central Oregon.

[dr3amgirl1]

And here I am thinking I was special.

[dr3amgirl1]

Morning workout.