Am I ever going to be your girlfriend?
The one you have boat rolling date in Central Park,
The one you take pictures of in Antelope Valley California Poppy Reserve,
No, because I am just a foster girlfriend.
Am I ever going to be your girlfriend?
Even though you stayed till 3 a.m. talking to me,
Even though you played guitar for me in bed with the morning rain,
No, because I am just a foster girlfriend.
We talk, we kiss, we have a good time until you are ready for a real one.
A year of free subscription and when you are done just one click, I am gone.
No more email alerts, no more text messages, no questions asked.
Foster girlfriends cuddle ourselves to sleep,
wondering why her and not me,
thinking I won’t fuck on the first date anymore,
having unrealistic expectations that tomorrow we will be held exclusively.
“You and only you baby.”