Missing you is like breathing.
I don’t need a reason.
You are my favorite season.
Why my heart is beating.
–S.
Category: poetry
Tombstone.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
You are not dead.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
We are dead.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
You live in my head.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
You love me in my head.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
I’ll let you go when I’m dead.
–S.
Bio.
The most interesting thing about me is that I lost you.
The second most interesting thing about me is that I’m so blue.
–S.
Aware.
I am seeing subaru foresters everywhere I go.
Is this the Universe’s way of letting me know?
Or am I just hyperaware?
Because you are no longer here.
–S.
Orange Crush.
Crush,
I’m a lush when it comes to you.
You make my blood rush, it’s true.
Crush,
I wonder if you notice me too.
–S.
Am.
I am hurting. I am healing.
I am grieving. I am growing.
I am crying. I am changing.
I am learning. I am living.
I am in pain. I am in power.
I am.
–S.
CPR.
You kiss your way up my spine,
my breath stops like the time,
you have to resuscitate me,
your lips on mine.
–S.
Brush Strokes.
The brush strokes remind me of your strokes.
Color.
Intensity.
Pressure.
Length.
Width.
Release.
–S.
Painting.
I paint your body from memory,
I hope you haven’t forgotten me.
I love your body in my mind,
I can still feel you touching me.
I love your body in my mind,
your words are still caressing me.
I try to touch your body with my heart,
but the universe blocks the energy.
I try to touch your body with my heart,
but I am protected from things not meant for me.
–S.
Looking Up.
I look up at the branches and leaves, but I also put my hand on the tree.
It reminds me what it feels like to be strong, sturdy, and alive when I don’t believe.
Trees have always done this for me.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 