Category: poetry

Too Deep.

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.

Masterpiece.

You’re a masterpiece.

You bring others peace.

No bitterness, you bring release.

You do everything with ease.

No appetizer, you’re a whole feast.

A new outlook, a new lease.

Ironed, not a single crease.

You make melancholy cease.

You’re a masterpiece.

–S.

Baggage Claim.

I wait for you.

Like I think I’m supposed to.

You dropped me off one day,

and now it’s way past curfew.

Days pass, weeks, and eventually months too.

I sit like I’m in a church pew.

Who is coming for my rescue?

Am I still on your menu?

If you’ve crossed the ocean,

I can make it by canoe.

I wait for you.

Like I thought I was supposed to.

You were never coming back, were you?

–S.

In a field of sunflowers.

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.

Tradition.

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.

Stay for a little while.

For my heart, you’re a maze.

I see you, through a haze.

You burn me, like a blaze.

My head is in a fucking craze.

Starving for you, but I’m just allowed to graze.

Time removes the glaze.

Nothing ever stays.

–S.