Lonesome, you make me so blue.
Lonesome, still in love with you.
Lonesome, like the moon.
Lonesome, praying to forget you soon.
–S.
Blue Moon.
All of the Lights.
Everything was brighter with you around.
Colors were richer.
Food tasted better.
Sounds were bolder.
Smells were deeper.
Touch was like levitating while glowing in the dark.
That’s how I remember it, anyway.
Maybe, everything was just better with you around.
–S.
Abandoned.
You leave, I am an abandoned house.
With splintered wood, and a floor that is caving in.
You leave, I am a dusty attic.
Filled with faded photographs and untouched cardboard boxes.
You leave, I am a car that doesn’t drive.
With rusting metal and flat tires.
You leave, but I am still here.
–S.
Realization.
I realize that trying to change you, only changed me.
For me to see, it took falling out of love with you, and falling back in love with me.
Love is blind, but not when I’m loving me.
Now, I can see.
–S.
Come to Me.
You come to me in a dream, nothing is as it seems.
You come to me in a dream, flying with black wings.
You come to me in a dream, glowing like an ultralight beam.
You come to me in a dream, this is a nightly reoccurring theme.
In a dream, you seem, made of sweet creme.
In real life, a man with a scheme.
Oh, but, in a dream.
–S.
Blue.
I bring you my hurt, and your waves take it to the horizon.
I fall to my feet and I weep, and you add my tears to yours.
I bring you my grief, and you swallow it.
I feel as though I’m drowning, and you show me I am floating.
I look to you for answers, but you show me my reflection.
–S.
Lone Wolf.
She howls at the moon,
anyone or anything listening.
She howls at the night,
the loneliness is crippling.
She howls at the stars,
as acceptance is sinking in.
–S.
Black & Blue.
My heart seems to have only memorized the sweetest parts of our soul tie, but my mind knows better.
Although, you are the only person I will never stop looking for in a crowded place,
you are also the heaviest sadness I have ever known, the color blue so dark that it almost passes as black, pain so clear that I can only fall to my knees and succumb to its power, and the feeling of panic that mirrors having missed death by a mere breath.
–S.
Between Space & Time.
I walked along the tongue of the earth,
to get to the edge of the universe.
Meet me between space and time.
I want to know that you are mine.
–S.
Months.
You forgot, but I remember,
you broke my heart in December.
You forgot, but I remember,
you loved me in September.
You forgot, but I remember,
you said forever in November.
You get to forget,
but I will always remember,
like a ghost in October.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 