Grieving you.
Mourning you.
You are not dead.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
We are dead.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
You live in my head.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
You love me in my head.
Grieving you.
Mourning you.
I’ll let you go when I’m dead.
–S.
The most interesting thing about me is that I lost you.
The second most interesting thing about me is that I’m so blue.
–S.
I am seeing subaru foresters everywhere I go.
Is this the Universe’s way of letting me know?
Or am I just hyperaware?
Because you are no longer here.
–S.
Crush,
I’m a lush when it comes to you.
You make my blood rush, it’s true.
Crush,
I wonder if you notice me too.
–S.
I am hurting. I am healing.
I am grieving. I am growing.
I am crying. I am changing.
I am learning. I am living.
I am in pain. I am in power.
I am.
–S.
You kiss your way up my spine,
my breath stops like the time,
you have to resuscitate me,
your lips on mine.
–S.
The brush strokes remind me of your strokes.
Color.
Intensity.
Pressure.
Length.
Width.
Release.
–S.
I look up at the branches and leaves, but I also put my hand on the tree.
It reminds me what it feels like to be strong, sturdy, and alive when I don’t believe.
Trees have always done this for me.
–S.
YOU are
photons in the dark,
beauty in a sea of ugly,
a rose growing from concrete,
rain in a drought,
sunshine in the winter,
love in the midst of hate,
pleasure erasing pain.
YOU are,
more than I ever fantasized about,
better than my dreams,
my one,
bursting at the seams.
YOU are,
the music to my every lyric,
I’ll shout it from the mountain top,
I want the whole world to hear it.
–S.
Bathe me in flowers.
Bathe me with your arms.
Bathe me in your breath.
Bathe me with your flesh.
Bathe me with your love.
Bathe me with your trust.
Bathe me in your honesty.
Bathe me in your nearness.
Surround me with candles.
Surround me with your scent.
Surround me with your dreams.
Surround me with your fantasies.
Build me up with your inspiration.
Build me up with your touch.
Build me up with your promise.
I bask in your glory.
I fall at your feet.
I run my fingers through your hair,
I am home,
I am here.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 