I learned that it never turns out how you think it will.
I learned that there are still moments that can make time stand still.
I learned that death can happen on selfish hill.
I learned that with certain people you can never quite get your fill.
–S.
Is it true, love?
There’s someone new, love.
I’ve been thinking about you, love.
I was still thinking it was you, love.
I still want to talk to only you, love.
Is she picking something blue, love?
Does she perform on cue, love?
Does everything still feel new, love?
You never left my view, love.
I’m sitting in the pew, love.
Praying you weren’t through, love.
There’s nothing left to do, love.
I guess it’s true, love.
It’s true love.
–S.
Okay,
I’m leaving.
I guess it just wasn’t our season.
Wrong person.
Wrong time.
I drown myself in an ocean of reasons.
–S.
Hang on.
Don’t let go.
I need a little time.
I’ve been going a little slow.
Don’t leave me by my lonesome.
It’s summer, but I’m feeling frozen.
I don’t know how to handle any of these emotions.
–S.
I have acne on my skin.
Four dollars to my name.
A rumble on the right side of my car.
Stretch marks on my body like scars.
Hair that won’t hold a curl.
Shame that dances in my stomach in a twirl.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
I’m just a girl.
After all.
–S.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
with acne scars that are hard not to notice.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
with internal monologues that don’t lean towards bliss.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
with eyes reflecting murky brown irises.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
with big wrists.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
with a tendency to vanish.
Do you think you could love me just like this?
Oh, how I wish.
–S.
I open my purse, and all that is left is a sigh.
In the pocket, a voice whispering why.
In a tin, a few tears collected from a recent cry.
And a list,
with lie,
after lie,
after lie.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 