Would You Like To See The Dessert Menu?

Would you like to see the dessert menu?

Why yes, as a matter of fact I would. I have eaten from this plate of life and I'm feeling like things are good. I've gotten all of the nutrients a purposed life can get. I have paid my dues, made some waves and put up with plenty of shit. I have covered for a partner who rarely seems to care, living with one foot in and one foot out so you can never say they weren't there. Feeling the effects of a life lived on overload, trying to come out of timid places and live my life real bold. Done with hiding done with pretending that I am not, everything that I truly am so you don't feel threatened in your spot. Done with lying to myself and loosing sleep. Done justifying "your best interest" for me. Done with loving everybody in the world except me. Done with pretending this is the way it's supposed to be. So yes I'm ready for the dessert menu, it's time for life to be sweet. It's time for me to experience goodness sweaping me off of my feet. It's time for the delishes fragrance of chocolate in the air, it's time to swing my feet while I'm sitting in the chair. It's time to savor every. single. drop. Then go home to my bed and take a big flop. Into the bliss only a pillow top can bring and if by chance my phone should ring, I hope it is the one who's purpose it is to make my heart sing. Because that's what every girl needs at the end of a long fight, some chocolate cake and a loving man to hug and kiss good night. But until that day comes, his presence I will miss. I will see him in my dreams and...and...can I just get the dessert menu please?