Are you Frankenstein, a zombie, or a ghoul?
I’m a lovesick fool.
Are you a chainsaw wielding killer or a vampire?
I’m romantic satire.
Are you a character from a cartoon or a movie?
I’m feeling more Beast, less Beauty.
Are you supposed to be alive or dead?
I’m filled with dread.
Are you covered in blood or guts?
I feel like I’m covered in cuts.
–S.
I was always too deep for a love so shallow.
I was always too deep for a person so hollow.
I was always too deep for you to swallow.
I’ll still be too deep for you tomorrow,
and you’ll always be the boy filled with nothing but sorrow.
–S.
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.
My favorite number is eleven.
You left me on the seventh.
Back to one,
only a pair has two.
My birthday month is May.
Oh, five.
No rhyming words or equations could ever have made you stay.
–S.
Broken.
Poison.
Frozen.
Open.
Ocean.
Motion.
Chosen.
Woven.
Golden.
–S.
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,
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.
The reality,
of this catastrophe,
is you’re bad for me,
but I don’t want to be set free.
–S.
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.
Unrequited,
can we quiet,
all the voices in my head?
Unrequited,
can we quiet,
the feelings I have for you instead?
Unrequited,
can we quiet,
all the shit that we ever said?
Unrequited,
can we quiet,
the fantasies of you in my head?
Unrequited,
can we quiet,
never mind, I just want it all dead.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 