October 3

Whoever I marry...
It's his birthday.
Happy birthday, soulmate.
I hope I don't know you yet.
Because I am eighteen.
And smell like puke.
I am dirty,
And in a relationship-
And a half.
My boyfriend knows
That I plan to marry that homeless boy.




I read that my soulmates birthday was October 3, when I was twelve. On October 3, I remembered in class. I got sick the night before and didn'y plan on going to class, but I'm glad I did because this poem really made me laugh.