I’m the loneliest.
I know we only just,
met.
I’ve already memorized your silhouette.
Feelings so strong, I could use a cigarette.
I can’t help but weave you into my net.
I’m the loneliest.
I know we only just,
met,
but the world owes me a debt.
–S.
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Tiny.
You make me feel so small, I fit into the palm of your hand.
A few more words, and I’ll disintegrate like sand.
There’s not much more that I’ll be able to withstand.
Is making me disappear, what you had planned?
–S.
A Haunting in Texas.
I’d haunt you, if I could.
Stay around you forever, I would.
Myth or mystery?
I’d be intertwined in your entire history.
I’d haunt you, if I could.
–S.
Do stray dogs go to heaven?
It feels like I’ve never belonged to anybody but me.
Do stray dogs go to heaven?
I guess I’ll find out and see.
I’ve been searching and I’ve found no trace.
Is home a thing, person, or place?
If you could give me this one kindness, and just let me know.
I need some help knowing where to go.
–S.
Rusty.
You stayed in the catastrophe, of the aftermath of me.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
If you stay with me, you’ll turn to rust.
If you don’t leave now, you’ll see.
–S.
Loud.
I was imploding on myself when we were together.
I thought you couldn’t see what was happening to me,
I took your blindness as a small kindness,
but your silence felt like sirens.
–S.
dear harrison,
the ac is out in the corolla and summer’s on her way to texas. lately it seems like a sick metaphor for my life. things dying. i find myself alternating between walking in grief or in fear. we try our best to hold on to everything that crosses our paths, but so much of life is having to let go of those same things. i know that on the other side of grief is acceptance or peace, but when you’re in it, it just feels like the world ending.
i listen to every sound the car makes now like stairs creaking in an old house. that’s what fear does. it makes you hyperaware of everything around you. you’re always waiting for the next big scary thing.
fear is a held breath.
i know that the world has ended for me on many nights and begun again in the morning. realistically i know that i’ll be okay. that no matter how i fall, i’ll still be staring up at the sky.
did you know that rock bottom has a basement?
time for me to crawl now.
all my love, suncica
Permission.
I let you hurt me.
I was numb, so I wanted to feel.
I let you hurt me.
It was wrong, but I wanted it still.
I let you hurt me.
You moved on, but I don’t think I will.
–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.
Powdered Sugar.
All the honey in the world isn’t as sweet as you,
Stuck and sticky, too.
Dessert in human form,
powdered sugar dust-storm,
this can’t be the norm.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 