I’ll always be the one you left.
The one who knew you best.
The one who loved you to rest.
The one whose head fit just right on your chest.
The one whose life you were able to infest.
You’ll always be the one that hurt me the worst.
The one who let me thirst.
The one who was my first.
The one whose hurt I nursed.
The one who made me jump headfirst.
–S.
Have you ever wanted to stuff everything you could into a backpack and get on the next bus running?
Look out of of the window until everything blurs into one?
Not even have to think?
See if the wind feels differently against your skin somewhere else. See if the sun rises using different colors. See if the smile that people give you actually reaches their eyes. Find out if the night sounds play a different melody.
Does the moon still watch you?
I am here,
but I am also on the bus.
I am still running.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 