dedicatedtothemessymiddle – Page 5 – The Messy Middle 🖤

Teacher.

The world is trying to teach me how to let go.

I fall asleep in class,

or I barely even go.

Fall is trying to show me how to shed and how to grow.

I don’t care,

and I simply don’t want to know.

I don’t want to leave,

but nothing burns up slow.

–S.

Seasons change, but I don’t.

Fall is calling.

Leaves are falling.

I’m rooted in place.

Fall is calling.

Leaves are falling.

There are things I still can’t face.

Fall is calling.

Leaves are falling.

I don’t let go.

I wait.

–S.

Pants on Fire.

I omitted.

Does that count as a lie?

You find out anyway.

The light leaves your eyes.

I omitted.

Does that make me a liar?

I was only protecting you,

but I still made you cry.

–S.

Woman in the Mirror.

I’m mad at god.

I want to cuss out the devil.

I’m not speaking to destiny,

and I blocked fate.

Convinced I have bad luck,

and I’m half woman, half hate.

I’m on a highway,

could be to heaven, or straight to hell.

I’m having a hard time forgiving myself.

So, I dwell.

–S.

Population: 1.5

We’re almost a ghost town.

There’s a chair on the side of the main road,

and glass shattered all over the ground.

The post office is boarded up,

and there’s nobody around.

There’s graffiti on the elementary school,

I wish you’d at least been cruel.

But we faded out like high-school football stars, neon-lit bars, and lightning bugs.

The love decayed over time like teeth do with drugs.

–S.

Pie.

You’re as sweet as pumpkin pie,

but you make me cry.

You’re as sweet as pumpkin bread,

but you mess with my head,

You’re as sweet as a pumpkin cookie,

I don’t think we can fix this,

could we?

–S.

Do you want to go to the movies?

Ask for butter on the popcorn.

Choose the middle seats.

Grab your favorite candy.

They’re playing the movie of you and me,

and who we used to be.

When they roll the credits,

I will finally see:

we’re through the thick of it,

past the messy middle,

and at the very end of we.

We’ll throw out the trash.

We’ll say our goodbyes.

We’ll get into separate cars.

Wave one last time as we drive by.

-S.

Imaginary Wall.

We pass like ships at sea.

A keeper of day.

A keeper of night.

Are you okay?

I don’t know if you’re alright.

We pass like ships at sea.

We don’t touch,

or talk.

We barely interact at all.

I think there’s an imaginary wall.

-S.

Keeper of Secrets.

I am the keeper of your secrets.

I am the one that knows why you laugh,

and why you cry.

I am the one that knows why they left you,

and why they said goodbye.

I am the one that knows what eats you up at night.

I am the one, like a torch, that carries the light.

I am the one that knows about your mother,

your brother,

that guy you like,

and why you haven’t finished school.

Like high school,

you no longer think I’m cool.

-S.

I’m available.

I’m helpful.

I give good advice.

I listen when you talk.

I keep your pace when we walk.

I keep a playlist of your favorite songs.

I make sure my stories aren’t that long.

I drive because you can’t take it.

It’ll last longer to be needed,

than to be loved.

I fucking hate it.

-S.