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.
Please don’t believe everything they tell you.
It was sky for a good while,
and then it was more artic.
Walked right into berry,
swam with indigo,
and dried off with navy.
Then things got lighter,
and it went ocean, teal, sapphire.
Went back to a little darker,
and it went lapis, cobalt, azure.
I think I’ve been every shade of blue.
–S.
I pretend I don’t know why you have to go.
I pretend I don’t know what’s got you feeling so low.
I pretend I don’t know why everything’s been so slow.
I pretend I don’t know why your eyes no longer glow.
When I lay my head on my pillow,
Oh how I know,
I know,
I know,
I know.
–S.
She’s lost.
The girl who wore the pink neon cowboy boots.
Can you help me find her?
I’m putting up missing posters,
tree by tree.
I think she ran away because she never felt quite free.
She’s lost.
The girl who wore the pink neon cowboy boots.
Can you help me find her?
I’ve been going door to door,
everything’s turning out to be an empty drawer.
I think she ran away searching for more.
–S.
I push the bookshelves down.
I delete the playlist I’ve always kept around.
I unsubscribe from any service that streams movies.
I’m tired of being love’s groupie.
Hopeless romantic,
the space between real love and I is as wide as the Atlantic.
They made me believe that you were magic,
and that you were on the way.
All you ever fucking did,
was stay away.
–S.
I’m moody,
gloomy,
truly.
It must be your duty, cutie,
to keep me feeling like a sad movie.
–S.
Millions of people but the city feels too small for us both.
I drive up the coast,
and try to get lost in the country,
I’m looking for the place where you might still love me.
I ask for directions,
I even buy a map.
At a rest stop in Texas,
it hits me,
it’s a wrap,
and that’s that.
–S.
Coffee in my cup.
Guess it’s time to giddy up.
Thoughts of you never fail to interrupt.
One foot in the stirrup.
Still stick on you like syrup.
–S.
I chew on a lemon rind,
but it doesn’t work.
Everything I want to say to you is fucking unkind.
I love you,
but I hate you,
for being so blind.
I love you,
but I hate you,
for leaving me behind.
I love you,
but I hate you,
for hurting my pride.
I love you,
but I hate you,
I know you tried.
Signed,
–S.
Deep in the woods,
I’m covered in soot.
I’m howling at the moon,
why’d you leave me so soon?
I burned it all down,
you tried to turn it around,
but you had to leave me wild.
I’ve been hungry for love since I was a child.
I’m needy,
a little greedy,
how’d you leave me,
so easy?
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 