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.
Well, are you coming after all?
There’s been no phone call,
to tell me otherwise.
I assume you hit a wall,
or never received the directions at all.
Well, are you coming after all?
Did you get stuck?
Are you down on your luck?
Are you in a situation you can’t escape?
Are you surrounded by a totally difference landscape?
Well, are you coming after all?
Did you hit your head?
Were you declared brain dead?
I’m not sure what all you’ve been up to,
but I know you’ve already made me so blue,
longing for you.
Well, are you coming after all?
–S.
If you have a reason to need me,
then you might never let me go.
If there’s some kind of guarantee,
then there might be something you owe.
If I could help you fix something,
it might help the love to grow.
If I’m necessary or useful,
maybe it won’t all be just for show.
–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.
Was I too much or not enough?
Scared of vulnerability, did I act too tough?
Emotional, did I deliver it all too rough?
Walking ultimatum, did I call my own bluff?
Love like quicksand, did I make you feel stuck?
Loads of insecurities, did they make you not give a fuck?
Was I just not built of all the right stuff?
Well, was I too much or not enough?
–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.
Denim on denim.
Hands like velvet.
Mouth like heaven.
Words like venom.
–S.
I wouldn’t change it.
I can’t name it.
I know you hate it.
We exchanged it.
Say it.
-S.
Feels like a high school crush,
coca-cola sugar rush,
electric, fingers brush,
on fire, one touch.
Could you always love me this much?
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 