heartache – Page 4 – The Messy Middle 🖤

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.

Bag Check.

I open my purse, and all that is left is a sigh.

In the pocket, a voice whispering why.

In a tin, a few tears collected from a recent cry.

And a list,

with lie,

after lie,

after lie.

–S.

Bag Lady.

I drive by your old house.

I’m looking in every window.

I’m still trying to find myself, didn’t you know?

You’re moved on,

and you’re married.

I don’t love you anymore,

but it’s the feeling of being abandoned,

that I’ve still carried.

You’re hiking trails state-to-state now,

with only one backpack in tow.

I’m now a bag lady, didn’t you know?

I’m still carrying everything that you left behind.

You’re no longer on my mind,

but I still drive by your old house.

I’m looking in every window.

I’m still trying to find myself, didn’t you know?

–S.

Stripped Identity.

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.

Mr. Monster

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.

Hungry Heart.

A “Hey.” text at 2am,

makes me see red,

knocks me out of the bed,

messes with my head,

makes sure all of my defenses are dead,

and feeds my hungry heart until it’s fed.

–S.

Do you regret it?

What’s it like to leave me behind?

If you knew then what you know now,

would you leave a second time?

What’s it like to leave me behind?

For me, it felt like it stopped time.

What’s it like to leave me behind?

I stayed yours, but you were no longer mine.

What’s it like to leave me behind?

…

Why do I do this to myself?

Nevermind.

–S.

Goodnight Moon.

Goodnight butterflies.

Goodnight fireflies.

Goodnight crying eyes.

Goodnight laughing kisses,

and every day blisses.

Goodnight you.

Goodnight me.

Goodnight to all of the things we didn’t get to be.

Goodnight to all we did not see.

Goodnight love,

and goodnight again, to all of the above.

–S.

Pants on Fire.

I omitted.

Does that count as a lie?

You find out anyway.

The light leaves your eyes.

I omitted.

Does that make me a liar?

I was only protecting you,

but I still made you cry.

–S.

Population: 1.5

We’re almost a ghost town.

There’s a chair on the side of the main road,

and glass shattered all over the ground.

The post office is boarded up,

and there’s nobody around.

There’s graffiti on the elementary school,

I wish you’d at least been cruel.

But we faded out like high-school football stars, neon-lit bars, and lightning bugs.

The love decayed over time like teeth do with drugs.

–S.