You can’t perv people from outerspace
It rubs the lotion on its tattoo
or else it gets
dry and itchy and we really don’t want that
I believed in your existence until I was ten years old, and probably would still if my mom hadn’t finally convinced me. If it isn’t too late, I’ve been giving my Christmas list some thought.
First of all, still waiting on the cowboy I asked for when I was two. I’m in Texas now, so it shouldn’t be too much of a stretch.
Secondly, a big bag of money would be great so I can start apartment hunting. Twenties would be preferred but I’ll take tens if you have them.
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Sometimes I wish I could be like you. You have a relationship you’re happy with, a promising career, and you’re very active in your community. You dress in a way that defines you and looks good on you and from where I stand your life seems ‘perfect’.
But I know this envy will fade as I get more comfortable with myself, and all grass is greener on the other side.
Dear person I had a crush on,
Sometimes I still think about you. I get mad at myself for the dumb things I said and did. But I guess it’s just human nature to hold onto things you feel like you could’ve done better. Hell I still think about plays I did and performances where I could’ve done things better.
I’m a better person now than I was then, and I have so much I want to do to grow even more. I’ll never have my chance with you but that’s okay.