Love me if you can,
leave me if I’m too much.
I want a man that trembles at my touch.
If it’s not you, save us both the trouble,
let’s end it on a chuckle.
Love me if you can,
leave me if I’m not enough.
I want a man that loves me just as much.
If it’s not you, save us both the trouble,
let’s skip through the struggle,
and go straight to the end.
–S.
Everything’s bigger in Texas,
that’s what they say.
Even though we were reckless,
I still think about you today.
You never answered my message,
I threw away your necklace,
everything’s still bigger in Texas,
like getting over you.
–S.
Should I wear a heel,
or go for a suede feel?
Should I wear something leather,
pleather,
or scrap that idea altogether?
Should I tie up my laces,
will it get me faster to places?
Should I pick something with spikes,
or a pair meant for hikes?
Should I throw on some combat boots,
or stick to my roots?
Whatever I decide,
it can’t make me sway,
I don’t know what shoes to wear to walk away.
–S.
Excerpt from a letter that now almost seems like it was written in a past life.
I’ll miss your stories. I’ll miss fighting with you.
I’ll miss your deep voice. I’ll miss knowing you.
I’ll miss hearing your smile through the phone. I’ll miss you calling me on your lunch break.
I’ll miss falling asleep to your text messages. I’ll miss waking up to your text messages.
I will miss everything so fucking much.
God, it’s really over.
My heart is so heavy.
It is so so tired.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 