I know you think you blew it, Daisy.
But you can do it, Daisy.
You’ve been through a lot of bullshit, Daisy.
But you will get through it, Daisy.
I know it’s easier to quit, Daisy.
But you can commit, Daisy.
You’re stronger than you think,
more capable than you know,
you have everything it takes,
to make yourself grow.
Do it, Daisy.
–S.
Was I too much or not enough?
Scared of vulnerability, did I act too tough?
Emotional, did I deliver it all too rough?
Walking ultimatum, did I call my own bluff?
Love like quicksand, did I make you feel stuck?
Loads of insecurities, did they make you not give a fuck?
Was I just not built of all the right stuff?
Well, was I too much or not enough?
–S.
Poisonous, venomous, snake.
Gluttonous, all you do is take.
Villainous, killed us.
Nothing left to discuss,
Taught me that love is not enough.
–S.
There’s nothing profound to be found here.
Just a girl burned to the ground here.
Too late to turn it around here.
Feeling like six feet underground here.
I bet you’re proud here.
–S.
I’m still protecting you.
I know it doesn’t look like it.
I’m trying to learn how to be better,
even though it seems like we’re taking hit after hit.
I’m still protecting you.
I know it doesn’t look like much.
We’re still weird about human touch,
and we’re still impatient, we want everything in a rush.
We self-sabotage often, we still crush.
Swear, I’m still protecting you,
–S.
I’m a wreck.
Don’t make me beg.
Won’t you just check,
on me?
I’m a wreck.
It makes me sick,
that your hands aren’t the ones on my neck.
Won’t you just check,
on me?
I’m a wreck.
It’s no accident,
Won’t you just check,
on me?
–S.
I tell people that living without you never stopped
or changed a damn thing.
I tell people that living without you never stopped
me from having a song to sing.
I tell people that living without you never prevented
a fling.
I tell people that living without you never made me
not want to wear another ring.
I tell people what they want to hear
and the lies take off like wings.
I don’t tell them that it changed everything.
–S.
Three cherries, sevens, or aces.
Symbols spin like all the faces.
I feel hands on my shoulders, lady luck.
It’s over again, what the fuck.
Thirty-three scaring me,
youth moving on like the sea.
I don’t think you’re coming,
or maybe you were never on the way,
am I really that unlucky or was I never picked to play?
–S.
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.
To my knees, you bring me.
Hoping, you’ll forgive me.
It hits me, within me,
a desperation you’ll pick me,
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 