Tag: grieving

Stay for a little while.

For my heart, you’re a maze.

I see you, through a haze.

You burn me, like a blaze.

My head is in a fucking craze.

Starving for you, but I’m just allowed to graze.

Time removes the glaze.

Nothing ever stays.

–S.

Supposed to.

You were supposed to love me the most,

but instead you gave me daily improvement notes.

You were supposed to love me endlessy,

but all you did was judge me.

You were supposed to love me unconditionally,

but all you did was alienate me.

You were supposed to love me fully,

but all you did was make me hate me.

–S.

Mad is easier.

I’m mad that you’re right.

I’m mad that I’m wrong.

I’m mad that I’m sad.

I’m mad that you ruined my favorite song.

I’m mad that it’s all taking so long.

I’m mad that I zigged when I should’ve zagged.

I’m mad that I bobbed when I should’ve weaved.

I’m mad that I still believe.

I’m mad at her,

and at him,

and the moles all over my skin.

I’m mad at mother nature,

and father time.

I’m mad that none of it is mine.

–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.