Tag: dedicated-to-the-messy-middle

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.

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.

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.