Tag: messy-middle

Clever Little Thing.

You’re a clever little thing.

Tricked me, made me sin.

You’re a clever little thing,

broke me, but I’m taking it on the chin.

You’re a clever little thing,

standing still, but it feels like all we do is spin.

–S.

Criminal.

We’re just killing time, you and I.

Criminals, do or die.

We’re just passing through, but you’re my entire sky.

I’ll let you rob me, as long as you keep me this high.

I’ll let you burn me, and I’ll never testify.

You cut me, and I’m so happy, I don’t even cry.

–S.

Heart of Texas.

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.

Left Me Lonely.

You left me lonely in the lone star state.

Looking up at the sky, standing at the gate.

You left me lonely for you only in the lone star state.

Holding in a cry, and barely surviving the wait.

You left me lonely in the lone star state.

–S.

Pinky Swear.

I’m still protecting you.

I know it doesn’t look like it.

I’m trying to learn how to be better,

even though it seems like we’re taking hit after hit.

I’m still protecting you.

I know it doesn’t look like much.

We’re still weird about human touch,

and we’re still impatient, we want everything in a rush.

We self-sabotage often, we still crush.

Swear, I’m still protecting you,

–S.

Will you?

I’m a wreck.

Don’t make me beg.

Won’t you just check,

on me?

I’m a wreck.

It makes me sick,

that your hands aren’t the ones on my neck.

Won’t you just check,

on me?

I’m a wreck.

It’s no accident,

Won’t you just check,

on me?

–S.

Half-Truths.

I tell people that living without you never stopped

or changed a damn thing.

I tell people that living without you never stopped

me from having a song to sing.

I tell people that living without you never prevented

a fling.

I tell people that living without you never made me

not want to wear another ring.

I tell people what they want to hear

and the lies take off like wings.

I don’t tell them that it changed everything.

–S.

Slot Machine.

Three cherries, sevens, or aces.

Symbols spin like all the faces.

I feel hands on my shoulders, lady luck.

It’s over again, what the fuck.

Thirty-three scaring me,

youth moving on like the sea.

I don’t think you’re coming,

or maybe you were never on the way,

am I really that unlucky or was I never picked to play?

–S.