I could color my hair lighter.
Make sure my smile’s brighter.
Wear my skirts higher.
Ignore the fact that you’re a liar.
Spend longer on your desire.
Ignite your lust, like fire.
I’d lose you anyway,
wouldn’t I, fighter?
I can’t make you stay.
I can’t make you see it my way.
On the last day,
hey,
it’s okay,
I knew, I’d lose you anyway.
–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.
The Messy Middle 🖤 