dedicatedothemessymiddle – The Messy Middle 🖤

In a field of sunflowers.

In a field of sunflowers,

I let you go.

In a field of sunflowers,

I let the hurt flow.

In a field of sunflowers,

I grieve and I grow.

In a field of sunflowers,

I begin to glow.

In a field of sunflowers,

I let you go.

–S.

I’m mad that you’re right.

I’m mad that I’m wrong.

I’m mad that I’m sad.

I’m mad that you ruined my favorite song.

I’m mad that it’s all taking so long.

I’m mad that I zigged when I should’ve zagged.

I’m mad that I bobbed when I should’ve weaved.

I’m mad that I still believe.

I’m mad at her,

and at him,

and the moles all over my skin.

I’m mad at mother nature,

and father time.

I’m mad that none of it is mine.

–S.

I don’t say I love you because I don’t.

I don’t say I’ll miss you because I won’t.

I say I’ll see you around because I probably will,

but I don’t want you thinking that time is standing still.

-S.

Stuck in life’s waiting room,

doesn’t it feel like everything ends in gloom?

Praying for light soon,

yearning to be lit up like the moon.

Growing pains,

like flowers, hopefully, I’ll bloom.

-S.