I hope you know,
you’re not the worst thing you’ve ever done.
I hope you know,
the light still shines on you, the sun will come.
I hope you know,
you’ll get to the other side, you will overcome.
I hope you know,
yourself you cannot outrun.
I know you know,
you’re not the worst thing you’ve ever done.
–S.
It’ll all be easy,
if you choose me, Charlie.
I guarantee,
you’ll see, Charlie.
I’ll fulfill your needs,
do nothing, but agree,
if you pick me, Charlie.
What do you mean,
you’re feeling inbetween,
couldn’t it just be me, Charlie?
–S.
Was I too much or not enough?
Scared of vulnerability, did I act too tough?
Emotional, did I deliver it all too rough?
Walking ultimatum, did I call my own bluff?
Love like quicksand, did I make you feel stuck?
Loads of insecurities, did they make you not give a fuck?
Was I just not built of all the right stuff?
Well, was I too much or not enough?
–S.
It’s the salt,
in the air,
your memory,
everywhere.
It’s on my tongue,
in my hair,
your memory,
everywhere.
It’s in my cells,
a part of every smell,
your memory,
everywhere.
It runs in my blood,
coats my lungs,
your memory,
everywhere.
–S.
Are you Frankenstein, a zombie, or a ghoul?
I’m a lovesick fool.
Are you a chainsaw wielding killer or a vampire?
I’m romantic satire.
Are you a character from a cartoon or a movie?
I’m feeling more Beast, less Beauty.
Are you supposed to be alive or dead?
I’m filled with dread.
Are you covered in blood or guts?
I feel like I’m covered in cuts.
–S.
I was always too deep for a love so shallow.
I was always too deep for a person so hollow.
I was always too deep for you to swallow.
I’ll still be too deep for you tomorrow,
and you’ll always be the boy filled with nothing but sorrow.
–S.
You were always leaving.
We didn’t even last four seasons.
Looking for reasons,
for your treason.
You were always leaving,
Now it’s time for some grieving.
–S.
Broken.
Poison.
Frozen.
Open.
Ocean.
Motion.
Chosen.
Woven.
Golden.
–S.
In a field of sunflowers,
I let you go.
In a field of sunflowers,
I let the hurt flow.
In a field of sunflowers,
I grieve and I grow.
In a field of sunflowers,
I begin to glow.
In a field of sunflowers,
I let you go.
–S.
One wrong move and it’s all tumbling down.
52 cards, face down, on the ground.
Your love has always been conditional.
I guess, that’s what we kept traditional.
It’s never been the most sturdy.
You’re always assessing me in a hurry.
I can never be anything new –
because what you thought of me,
was the only thing that could ever be true.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 