I’ll always be the one you left.
The one who knew you best.
The one who loved you to rest.
The one whose head fit just right on your chest.
The one whose life you were able to infest.
You’ll always be the one that hurt me the worst.
The one who let me thirst.
The one who was my first.
The one whose hurt I nursed.
The one who made me jump headfirst.
–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.
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.
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.
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.
I don’t say I love you because I don’t.
I don’t say I’ll miss you because I won’t.
I say I’ll see you around because I probably will,
but I don’t want you thinking that time is standing still.Â
-S.
Ask for butter on the popcorn.
Choose the middle seats.
Grab your favorite candy.
They’re playing the movie of you and me,
and who we used to be.
When they roll the credits,
I will finally see:
we’re through the thick of it,
past the messy middle,
and at the very end of we.
We’ll throw out the trash.
We’ll say our goodbyes.
We’ll get into separate cars.
Wave one last time as we drive by.
-S.
We pass like ships at sea.
A keeper of day.
A keeper of night.
Are you okay?
I don’t know if you’re alright.
We pass like ships at sea.
We don’t touch,
or talk.
We barely interact at all.
I think there’s an imaginary wall.
-S.
I am the keeper of your secrets.
I am the one that knows why you laugh,
and why you cry.
I am the one that knows why they left you,
and why they said goodbye.
I am the one that knows what eats you up at night.
I am the one, like a torch, that carries the light.
I am the one that knows about your mother,
your brother,
that guy you like,
and why you haven’t finished school.
Like high school,
you no longer think I’m cool.
-S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 