getting-over-you – The Messy Middle 🖤

Flare Gun.

We’re the only survivors,

in the wreckage of you and I.

Red flare shot into the sky.

Lit up all the pain,

surprised I didn’t die.

SOS,

we made a fucking mess.

We’re the only survivors,

in the wreckage of you and I.

–S.

He orders matcha because she does.

His smile still gives me a slight buzz.

His laughter gives my eyesight a little fuzz.

But he still orders matcha because she does.

–S.

Is it true, love?

There’s someone new, love.

I’ve been thinking about you, love.

I was still thinking it was you, love.

I still want to talk to only you, love.

Is she picking something blue, love?

Does she perform on cue, love?

Does everything still feel new, love?

You never left my view, love.

I’m sitting in the pew, love.

Praying you weren’t through, love.

There’s nothing left to do, love.

I guess it’s true, love.

It’s true love.

–S.

You take my virginity on a mattress, with no bedframe.

You tell me who I am as if I have no name.

You hit things around me, filling me with shame.

I don’t know how to win any of your mind games.

When you’re done with me, you leave faster than you came.

–S.

You’re the monster under my bed,

the nightmare in my head,

the feeling in total darkness – of dread,

my closet filled with regret,

the reason I pled.

–S.