poet – Page 16 – The Messy Middle 🖤

Actor.

I want to see what you see when you look at me.

I want to feel what you feel when you’re loving me.

I want to act out a character, like you did, and then you left me.

–S.

Library.

I am a book on a shelf.

Craving to be opened.

Yearning to be touched.

Waiting to be chosen, so very much.

–S.

Fever.

You are the fever I will never break.

The drug I will always take.

The drink I will never forsake.

The mistake I will gladly make.

The sickness I will never shake.

–S.

Odd Years.

Odd years have always been my favorite.

At 3o, you loved me.

At 31, you left me.

The irony isn’t lost on me.

–S.

Trying.

Trying to change you, only changed me.

In love with your potential, so I couldn’t see.

Trying to change you and now I hate me.

–S.

You Saw Me, Anyway.

I disappear.

I disappeared.

I was disappearing.

And then he saw me.

In all of my flawed glory.

And I tried.

Tried, but was not successful in tearing my eyes away.

I fade.

I faded.

I was fading.

And our first kiss breathed life into my throat.

To my lungs.

To my stomach.

To my spine.

Ears.

Fingers.

Liver.

Toes.

Eyes.

Thighs.

Arms.

Hair.

And into my heart.

–S.

Missing Someone.

I don’t miss the lying,

but I miss the dying,

of laughter.

I don’t know what it is that you were after,

but it wasn’t me.

I wonder and wonder,

but I still can’t see,

there’s no rhyme or reason,

it just wasn’t meant to be.

–S.

That Moment.

Do you ever feel like you took a step once and got stuck?

Life went on, but a part of you never moved on from that moment.

That’s me.

Where you left me, I’ll be.

The same things are all I see.

–S.

Stuck.

Winter comes,

I am colder.

Time goes,

I don’t get older.

Fires burn,

I never feel warmer.

I’m stuck in a moment.

Only muted sounds,

murmurs.

–S.

Deep Breaths.

Missing you is like breathing.

I don’t need a reason.

You are my favorite season.

Why my heart is beating.

–S.