big-feelings – The Messy Middle 🖤

That Boy is Poison.

Poisonous, venomous, snake.

Gluttonous, all you do is take.

Villainous, killed us.

Nothing left to discuss,

Taught me that love is not enough.

–S.

Criminal.

We’re just killing time, you and I.

Criminals, do or die.

We’re just passing through, but you’re my entire sky.

I’ll let you rob me, as long as you keep me this high.

I’ll let you burn me, and I’ll never testify.

You cut me, and I’m so happy, I don’t even cry.

–S.

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.

Unlucky.

I feel buzzed like I’m three shots in.

I trust you immediately, I just want to win,

a chance at love.

I let you touch my skin,

I let you graze my chin,

I let you sin,

for a chance at love.

I grin,

my head spins,

but I’m still just as unlucky as I’ve always been.

–S.

Bar Lights.

The bar lights make it alright.

The shame is washed away by the night.

I don’t take it personal even though you speak in slights.

I close my eyes really tight,

and it feels almost like sunlight.

–S.

to You.

Impatiently,

but gracefully,

waiting for you.

Aimlessy,

but faithfully,

making my way to you.

–S.

Risky.

It’s too risky,

the little you want to give me,

could kill me.

It’s too risky,

all the things you hide,

might thrill me.

It’s too risky,

minimal attention,

might bring me,

to my knees.

–S.

Warm Whiskey.

The wind makes the trees dance,

and my hair frizzy.

I wonder if you ever miss me.

The wind makes the trees dance,

and my hair frizzy,

why didn’t you ever kiss me?

The wind makes the trees dance,

and my hair frizzy,

you still burn like warm whiskey.

The wind makes the trees dance,

and my hair frizzy,

it’s all starting to hit me.

–S.

Strength.

Look at what you did.

I was just a stupid kid.

I let you hold me.

I let you grope me.

I thought it was love,

but it was just lonely.

I let you hurt me.

I let you burn me.

I thought it was love,

but I was wrong.

All along, it was making me strong.

–S.

Play Pretend.

I pretend I don’t know why you have to go.

I pretend I don’t know what’s got you feeling so low.

I pretend I don’t know why everything’s been so slow.

I pretend I don’t know why your eyes no longer glow.

When I lay my head on my pillow,

Oh how I know,

I know,

I know.

–S.