Mistakes made,
hurt exchanged.
Emotions fade,
outlooks jade.
We’re not good for each other,
but we’re great at making heartbreak marmalade.
–S.
Category: poetry
Give ‘Em Hell.
Longing,
rhymes with belonging,
and prolonging,
too.
All words that I’d connect with you.
I was fawning and then it was dawning,
that I was bombing.
and wronging,
everything all to hell.
–S.
What are your plans for today?
I’m headed to the movies,
seat G4 or maybe two,
I’m staring at the back of their heads,
isn’t that what all normal people do?
It’s like I’m in a back pew,
watching love in open-view,
but I’m just the girl in G2.
–S.
Matcha Latte.
He orders matcha because she does.
His smile still gives me a slight buzz.
His laughter gives my eyesight a little fuzz.
But he still orders matcha because she does.
–S.
Self-Compassion.
The counselor tells me I should show myself grace.
The idea makes my heart race.
Could it really help erase,
thirty-three years of self-hate?
–S.
True Love.
Is it true, love?
There’s someone new, love.
I’ve been thinking about you, love.
I was still thinking it was you, love.
I still want to talk to only you, love.
Is she picking something blue, love?
Does she perform on cue, love?
Does everything still feel new, love?
You never left my view, love.
I’m sitting in the pew, love.
Praying you weren’t through, love.
There’s nothing left to do, love.
I guess it’s true, love.
It’s true love.
–S.
Depression.
I smile on cue.
Respond with empathy for what’s going on with you.
I laugh when the others do.
I just can’t help but think,
that I’m going through the motions,
more often than a normal person would.
I try to do what someone normal should.
I’d be normal if I could.
–S.
Does it?
I peel a piece of skin off of my lip with my teeth.
Summer’s bringing the light, but heavy is the grief.
The brief moment of pain brings a slight relief.
Does it all really come down to self-belief?
–S.
Show Pony.
I go further than I should,
with the gas tank on empty.
My paycheck goes quick,
but I make it so slowly.
I run to conclusions,
and I walk with lonely.
I love reading books,
I cringe at my own story.
I could never be anybody’s show pony.
–S.
See you tonight.
I’m a book you put back on the shelf.
Didn’t catch your interest, not worth a second glance.
You’re leaving the store in a hurry, not even worth a chance.
I’m waiting for the next patron.
Yearning to change from single to taken.
I’ll see you in my imagination.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 