grieving – Page 2 – The Messy Middle 🖤

Here.

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.

Left Me Lonely.

You left me lonely in the lone star state.

Looking up at the sky, standing at the gate.

You left me lonely for you only in the lone star state.

Holding in a cry, and barely surviving the wait.

You left me lonely in the lone star state.

–S.

Small City.

Millions of people but the city feels too small for us both.

I drive up the coast,

and try to get lost in the country,

I’m looking for the place where you might still love me.

I ask for directions,

I even buy a map.

At a rest stop in Texas,

it hits me,

it’s a wrap,

and that’s that.

–S.

Wild.

Deep in the woods,

I’m covered in soot.

I’m howling at the moon,

why’d you leave me so soon?

I burned it all down,

you tried to turn it around,

but you had to leave me wild.

I’ve been hungry for love since I was a child.

I’m needy,

a little greedy,

how’d you leave me,

so easy?

–S.

Cheesecake.

Over a slice of cheesecake, I’m reminded of all of the love we didn’t get to make.

Over a slice of cheesecake, I’m reminded of all of the sweetness we didn’t get to taste.

Over a slice of cheesecake, I’m reminded of all of the pictures we didn’t get to take.

Over a slice of cheesecake, I’m reminded of heartache.

–S.

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.

It feels like.

Sometimes it feels like all the goodness in the world couldn’t eradicate the darkness inside of me.

Sometimes it feels like all the lenses in the world couldn’t help me see.

Sometimes it feels like all the meditation in the world wouldn’t let me be.

Sometimes it feels like there is no free.

–S.

I’m so sorry for your loss.

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.

Baggage Claim.

I wait for you.

Like I think I’m supposed to.

You dropped me off one day,

and now it’s way past curfew.

Days pass, weeks, and eventually months too.

I sit like I’m in a church pew.

Who is coming for my rescue?

Am I still on your menu?

If you’ve crossed the ocean,

I can make it by canoe.

I wait for you.

Like I thought I was supposed to.

You were never coming back, were you?

–S.

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.