I met all the ones that weren’t ready.
The ones who didn’t want to go steady.
The ones that only wanted hot and heavy.
It’s been a deadly medley,
that left me empty.
I met the ones with ego and envy.
Of those, there were plenty.
I met petty,
an assembly of fake friendly.
It’s been a deadly medley,
that left me empty.
–S.
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.
I chew on a lemon rind,
but it doesn’t work.
Everything I want to say to you is fucking unkind.
I love you,
but I hate you,
for being so blind.
I love you,
but I hate you,
for leaving me behind.
I love you,
but I hate you,
for hurting my pride.
I love you,
but I hate you,
I know you tried.
Signed,
–S.
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.
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.
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.
I’ll be sorry the rest of my life.
In my heart, this will keep you alive.
You’ll never have to fade or go away.
With me, you’ll always stay.
I’ll be sorry the rest of my life.
–S.
Mistakes made,
hurt exchanged.
Emotions fade,
outlooks jade.
We’re not good for each other,
but we’re great at making heartbreak marmalade.
–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.
The Messy Middle 🖤 