I’m helpful.
I give good advice.
I listen when you talk.
I keep your pace when we walk.
I keep a playlist of your favorite songs.
I make sure my stories aren’t that long.
I drive because you can’t take it.
It’ll last longer to be needed,
than to be loved.
I fucking hate it.
-S.
I talk to dad about aliens.
I talk to my co-worker about her cancer diagnosis.
I talk to mom about love.
I talk to my brother about none of the above.
I talk to myself about failure.
I try to lose myself in nature.
Friendships get stranger and stranger.
I search for meaning.
I look for signs.
More than anything,
I just feel behind.
-S.
You drop me off like luggage.
Pick me back up when you want to.
You shelve me like a book.
You let me collect dust like a nook.
You take from me like a crook.
Someone new and exciting,
that was all it took?
-S.
I cut my hair.
I nair my legs.
No one likes a girl that begs.
I clean out my closet.
I eat more eggs.
No one likes a girl that begs.
I keep myself busy,
I increase my progress by a few pegs.
No one likes a girl that begs.
-S.
We had some laughs,
didn’t we?
Thick as thieves,
weren’t we?
We could try again,
couldn’t we?
What am I supposed to do now?
What about me?
–S.
Love of my life,
where are you?
Did you have to take a bike?
I’ve been patiently waiting,
but now I’m wondering if you’re even alright?
We’re running out of time,
what if we only get one night?
Love of my life,
where are you?
Are they making you hike?
-S.
Stuck in life’s waiting room,
doesn’t it feel like everything ends in gloom?
Praying for light soon,
yearning to be lit up like the moon.
Growing pains,
like flowers, hopefully, I’ll bloom.
-S.
Soulcrusher,
you leave destruction in your wake.
Heartstopper,
my breath, you take.
Jawbreaker,
every smile, a mistake.
Twister,
fever blister,
you do nothing, but make me ache.
-S.
You are an Italian sweet cream,
sugar rush,
cotton candy dream.
You are a sprinkle-topped,
powder sugar dusted,
funnel cake,
sugar lake.
You are a sticky finger,
decadent dessert,
so sweet,
it hurts.
You are honey personified,
I couldn’t find anything sweeter,
I’ve tried.
-S.
I’m searching for meaning in new places.
I’m looking for answers in less than engaged faces.
I’m not giving myself any chance for graces.
I’m losing at all of my personal races.
I find myself in all of the same old places.
-S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 