I’m the loneliest,
the onliest,
girl in the world.
I know you only just,
left.
I’m the loneliest,
the onliest,
girl in the world.
I know we’re only just,
friends.
I’m the loneliest,
the onliest,
girl in the world.
I know you’ll only just,
forget.
–S.
It’s the salt,
in the air,
your memory,
everywhere.
It’s on my tongue,
in my hair,
your memory,
everywhere.
It’s in my cells,
a part of every smell,
your memory,
everywhere.
It runs in my blood,
coats my lungs,
your memory,
everywhere.
–S.
Sigh a little,
cry a little,
die a little,
without you.
I lie a little,
to survive the middle,
without you.
I try a little,
to survive the middle,
without you.
I get high a little,
to survive the middle,
without you.
I sigh a little,
cry a little,
die a little,
without you.
–S.
White rose,
kiss on the nose,
emotionally naked, no clothes,
fell in love with hope,
ended up alone,
shop closed.
–S.
Poisonous, venomous, snake.
Gluttonous, all you do is take.
Villainous, killed us.
Nothing left to discuss,
Taught me that love is not enough.
–S.
Red, white, but mostly, just blue.
Heartbroken in Texas, trying to get over you.
Red, white, but mostly, just blue.
Heartbroken in Texas, Heartache Avenue.
Red, white, but mostly, just blue.
Heartbroken in Texas, Heartache’s new fool.
–S.
The sun’s setting,
and I’m betting,
you’re working on forgetting,
me.
The sun’s setting,
and I’m sweating,
over letting it,
be.
–S.
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.
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.
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.
The Messy Middle 🖤 