I could color my hair lighter.
Make sure my smile’s brighter.
Wear my skirts higher.
Ignore the fact that you’re a liar.
Spend longer on your desire.
Ignite your lust, like fire.
I’d lose you anyway,
wouldn’t I, fighter?
I can’t make you stay.
I can’t make you see it my way.
On the last day,
hey,
it’s okay,
I knew, I’d lose you anyway.
–S.
You taught me how to be kind, even when there’s too much on my mind.
You showed me that during depression, there’s still joy that I can find.
You revealed through actions, the love you had inside.
You explained that moving on is something we decide.
You told me to slow it all down and not worry so much about the time.
You said expecting too much from someone, made me unkind,
to them and myself,
because you can’t get anywhere if you’re putting yourself on a shelf.
–S.
I’ll be sorry the rest of my life.
In my heart, this will keep you alive.
You’ll never have to fade or go away.
With me, you’ll always stay.
I’ll be sorry the rest of my life.
–S.
Goodnight butterflies.
Goodnight fireflies.
Goodnight crying eyes.
Goodnight laughing kisses,
and every day blisses.
Goodnight you.
Goodnight me.
Goodnight to all of the things we didn’t get to be.
Goodnight to all we did not see.
Goodnight love,
and goodnight again, to all of the above.
–S.
You are peace of mind when I’ve watched a scary movie and can’t go to sleep.
You are words that I don’t want to hear, but need to listen to.
You are sweets after your daily nap.
You have always been very hard on me and with age I have realized it was all to make me better.
Thank you for all of the laughter over the years.
I hope with time I am able to continue to make you proud.
You are a strong man whose sacrifices for his family are endless.
I hope I learn to fear less one day. I hope my future husband can look at me with the same magnitude of love in your eyes when you look at mama.
I owe you all of the video cards in the world.
–S.
You want a girl who is soft and has lips that are cherry red.
You want a girl who smells like vanilla and leans into everything you say like a cat.
I am not a girl. I am a hurricane.
I am not soft. I am electric.
My lips are not cherry red. They are nude and rich like the earth.
I don’t smell like vanilla. I smell like a wildfire.
I am not a cat. I am a panther.
And I never lean or sway, I’m like a roller coaster that way.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 