The road saved me, simple as that.
On many different days, driving many different ways.
I always thought I was driving to intentionally get lost,
away from my norm and into the unfamiliar,
but I was found.
I found myself on the road, somewhere between a ghost town and a sunset.
–S.
By my side, down to ride,
holding, never folding,
always consoling.
Forever, I’m hoping,
secrets, but you know them.
Glowing,
consistency, always showing,
giving, never owing.
Loving,
If I go, are you going?
Flowing, never controlling.
I begged the Universe for you,
but she said myself I am still outgrowing.
I prayed, I prayed, I prayed.
She said he is on the way, on the way, on the way.
I trust in your timing, okay.
She said he will come, and he will stay.
But still I pray, every day.
–S.
You sigh, and I am the reason.
How did our love not last more than a season?
I want to cry, but the dam of my pride holds my tears at bay.
You lie, and you are the reason.
But you say you want to stay.
‘We die,’ and part ways. But you call anyway.
–S.
They say it’s always the darkest before dawn,
But not for me.
The thought of you lights up my mind,
Making it too bright to see.
I glow before the sun ever has a chance to show.
They say it’s always the darkest before dawn,
But not for me.
–S.
You unwrap me slowly, petal by petal.
You find that I am softest in the middle.
–S.
You are the taste of the color yellow.
I know that doesn’t make much sense, but I dance when I think of you.
You’re the last slice of cake,
the sweetest strawberry,
the house around the bend,
the song playing when they announce last call,
the song the breeze from the ocean sings,
the reason I believe in magic,
the feeling I get right before the main characters in a romantic comedy finally get it together and are about to kiss,
and the sweet dreamlike fog between awake and asleep.
–S.
Red Flames,
Blue Flames,
Yearning.
For your body,
I am burning.
–S.
Years ago, when we were broken-up, flirting with the idea of being together again, you kissed my ankle one desperately hot Texas night.
And that one innocent moment, held me for a long time, and still holds me today.
It hits me at random times. I can still see you kissing my ankle. And if I close my eyes really tight, I can almost feel it again. Even now.
I can still see you above me, the look in your eyes, holding my right leg up.
Tender.
Sacred.
Smiling.
Loving.
–S.
Intertwined,
what’s yours is mine,
your heart beats,
always in sync, like mimes,
and we float on together,
through time.
–S.
I was disappearing when you saw me.
I was disappearing, but you touched me.
I was disappearing and then you loved me.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 