It’s the salt,
in the air,
your memory,
everywhere.
It’s on my tongue,
in my hair,
your memory,
everywhere.
It’s in my cells,
a part of every smell,
your memory,
everywhere.
It runs in my blood,
coats my lungs,
your memory,
everywhere.
–S.
It’s the salt,
in the air,
your memory,
everywhere.
It’s on my tongue,
in my hair,
your memory,
everywhere.
It’s in my cells,
a part of every smell,
your memory,
everywhere.
It runs in my blood,
coats my lungs,
your memory,
everywhere.
–S.
Sigh a little,
cry a little,
die a little,
without you.
I lie a little,
to survive the middle,
without you.
I try a little,
to survive the middle,
without you.
I get high a little,
to survive the middle,
without you.
I sigh a little,
cry a little,
die a little,
without you.
–S.
Kiss me slow,
when you go.
Love me hard,
only the way you know.
Miss me slow,
let the wanting grow.
Hug me hard,
never let me go.
–S.
Are you Frankenstein, a zombie, or a ghoul?
I’m a lovesick fool.
Are you a chainsaw wielding killer or a vampire?
I’m romantic satire.
Are you a character from a cartoon or a movie?
I’m feeling more Beast, less Beauty.
Are you supposed to be alive or dead?
I’m filled with dread.
Are you covered in blood or guts?
I feel like I’m covered in cuts.
–S.
I was always too deep for a love so shallow.
I was always too deep for a person so hollow.
I was always too deep for you to swallow.
I’ll still be too deep for you tomorrow,
and you’ll always be the boy filled with nothing but sorrow.
–S.
You were always leaving.
We didn’t even last four seasons.
Looking for reasons,
for your treason.
You were always leaving,
Now it’s time for some grieving.
–S.
The reality,
of this catastrophe,
is you’re bad for me,
but I don’t want to be set free.
–S.
I open my purse, and all that is left is a sigh.
In the pocket, a voice whispering why.
In a tin, a few tears collected from a recent cry.
And a list,
with lie,
after lie,
after lie.
–S.
Unrequited,
can we quiet,
all the voices in my head?
Unrequited,
can we quiet,
the feelings I have for you instead?
Unrequited,
can we quiet,
all the shit that we ever said?
Unrequited,
can we quiet,
the fantasies of you in my head?
Unrequited,
can we quiet,
never mind, I just want it all dead.
–S.
I’ve been lying again.
I know we’re trying again,
but I can’t let the past go.
We both know.
I feel like I’m dying again,
I’ve been crying again,
but I try my best to not let it show.
–S.