I remember waking up to the sound of airplanes taking off.
You would leave the window open during the evening,
the only time the Texas summer was bearable.
I remember your bed,
and your head,
and my legs.
–S.
Airplanes.
Tag: poet
Light Up, Lightening Bug.
I will your eyes to light up for me one more time,
but they only grow dimmer.
Hope, is but a glimmer.
I will you to love me again, but you have already let go of my hand.
You are leaving, and I am stuck, quicksand.
–S.
That’s How it Goes.
Shooting.
Soaring.
Roaring.
That’s how love goes.
–S
Lost & Found.
The road saved me, simple as that.
On many different days, driving many different ways.
I always thought I was driving to intentionally get lost,
away from my norm and into the unfamiliar,
but I was found.
I found myself on the road, somewhere between a ghost town and a sunset.
–S.
OTW.
By my side, down to ride,
holding, never folding,
always consoling.
Forever, I’m hoping,
secrets, but you know them.
Glowing,
consistency, always showing,
giving, never owing.
Loving,
If I go, are you going?
Flowing, never controlling.
I begged the Universe for you,
but she said myself I am still outgrowing.
I prayed, I prayed, I prayed.
She said he is on the way, on the way, on the way.
I trust in your timing, okay.
She said he will come, and he will stay.
But still I pray, every day.
–S.
You Call Anyway.
You sigh, and I am the reason.
How did our love not last more than a season?
I want to cry, but the dam of my pride holds my tears at bay.
You lie, and you are the reason.
But you say you want to stay.
‘We die,’ and part ways. But you call anyway.
–S.
Not for Me.
They say it’s always the darkest before dawn,
But not for me.
The thought of you lights up my mind,
Making it too bright to see.
I glow before the sun ever has a chance to show.
They say it’s always the darkest before dawn,
But not for me.
–S.
The Softest.
You unwrap me slowly, petal by petal.
You find that I am softest in the middle.
–S.
Flames.
Red Flames,
Blue Flames,
Yearning.
For your body,
I am burning.
–S.
No Beginning, No End.
Intertwined,
what’s yours is mine,
your heart beats,
always in sync, like mimes,
and we float on together,
through time.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 