Love me if you can,
leave me if I’m too much.
I want a man that trembles at my touch.
If it’s not you, save us both the trouble,
let’s end it on a chuckle.
Love me if you can,
leave me if I’m not enough.
I want a man that loves me just as much.
If it’s not you, save us both the trouble,
let’s skip through the struggle,
and go straight to the end.
–S.
It’ll all be easy,
if you choose me, Charlie.
I guarantee,
you’ll see, Charlie.
I’ll fulfill your needs,
do nothing, but agree,
if you pick me, Charlie.
What do you mean,
you’re feeling inbetween,
couldn’t it just be me, Charlie?
–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.
I wouldn’t change it.
I can’t name it.
I know you hate it.
We exchanged it.
Say it.
-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.
Everything’s bigger in Texas,
that’s what they say.
Even though we were reckless,
I still think about you today.
You never answered my message,
I threw away your necklace,
everything’s still bigger in Texas,
like getting over you.
–S.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
writing poems about my exes.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
so lonely, and that’s the consensus.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
struggling to fill up all of the seconds.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
with no answers, to all of life’s questions.
I’m deep in the heart of Texas,
looking for forgiveness, starting with my confessions.
–S.
Impatiently,
but gracefully,
waiting for you.
Aimlessy,
but faithfully,
making my way to you.
–S.
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.
The Messy Middle 🖤 