Tag: big-emotions

Half-Truths.

I tell people that living without you never stopped

or changed a damn thing.

I tell people that living without you never stopped

me from having a song to sing.

I tell people that living without you never prevented

a fling.

I tell people that living without you never made me

not want to wear another ring.

I tell people what they want to hear

and the lies take off like wings.

I don’t tell them that it changed everything.

–S.

Ashtray Mouth.

I hate the ashtray taste of your mouth,

but I love your arm around me in the bar booth.

I hate the way it feels like I’m giving you my youth,

but then I forget I hate it with vermouth.

I hate the way you think I tell half-truths,

but I’ve never been that smooth.

–S.

Hang on, Honey.

I won’t put down roots.

I won’t clean somebody else’s boots.

I’ll stay just out of touch.

A little out of frame.

I’ll wait until it’s you whispering my name.

I won’t give my heart away.

I won’t desperately prolong any stay.

I’ll only get attached to the pets.

There’ll be no past regrets.

Hang on, honey.

It’s only you,

I’ll let love me.

–S.

Can you help me find her?

She’s lost.

The girl who wore the pink neon cowboy boots.

Can you help me find her?

I’m putting up missing posters,

tree by tree.

I think she ran away because she never felt quite free.

She’s lost.

The girl who wore the pink neon cowboy boots.

Can you help me find her?

I’ve been going door to door,

everything’s turning out to be an empty drawer.

I think she ran away searching for more.

–S.

Small City.

Millions of people but the city feels too small for us both.

I drive up the coast,

and try to get lost in the country,

I’m looking for the place where you might still love me.

I ask for directions,

I even buy a map.

At a rest stop in Texas,

it hits me,

it’s a wrap,

and that’s that.

–S.

Pick-up Truck.

All of this shit gets heavy.

I could fill up the back of a chevy.

I could use a pick up,

a lift up.

All of this shit gets heavy.

It could overflow a levee.

I could use a hand,

in the flooding.

I thought it was real,

and it wasn’t.

–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.