Estimated time of arrival: Not Avalable

Yeah it’s me again,

I know it’s suppose to be a surprise, 

and you said "soon" at least fifteen times,

but you aren’t here yet.

This feels so stupid,

I don’t even know what you look like on me.

Really, I’m 6’2” what if you were made 5’3”.

Even if you are just a little tight around the shoulders

I think you are better off not coming at all.

If I have to squeeze into some suffocating cover up

I might as well stay in what I’m already wearing.

Oh who am I kidding I’ve waited this long I’ll probably let you stay.

As long as you promise you won’t crush me.

That’s not who you are supposed to be.

I always thought you would cut the ropes off the top of my head and blow it clean off.

Be the gust of wind in between the webbing of my fingers that makes my arms feel like wings.

I’m scared that you’re not.

I’m scared that I have gotten the wrong idea.

Im getting tired of waiting for you here, having no idea if you are real.

You have to be real,

I have a start and a stop and you are my next outfit.

If you don’t fit that’s fine.

I’ll rip out your stitches and make you mine.

I did it before when my face grew hair,

when my voice growled lower,

and shoulders became square.

Dont come any slower.

Though Im comfortable as we are.

Please come along now, last time you said you weren't far.