I know you think you blew it, Daisy.
But you can do it, Daisy.
You’ve been through a lot of bullshit, Daisy.
But you will get through it, Daisy.
I know it’s easier to quit, Daisy.
But you can commit, Daisy.
You’re stronger than you think,
more capable than you know,
you have everything it takes,
to make yourself grow.
Do it, Daisy.
–S.
If you have a reason to need me,
then you might never let me go.
If there’s some kind of guarantee,
then there might be something you owe.
If I could help you fix something,
it might help the love to grow.
If I’m necessary or useful,
maybe it won’t all be just for show.
–S.
Was I too much or not enough?
Scared of vulnerability, did I act too tough?
Emotional, did I deliver it all too rough?
Walking ultimatum, did I call my own bluff?
Love like quicksand, did I make you feel stuck?
Loads of insecurities, did they make you not give a fuck?
Was I just not built of all the right stuff?
Well, was I too much or not enough?
–S.
Kiss me slow,
when you go.
Love me hard,
only the way you know.
Miss me slow,
let the wanting grow.
Hug me hard,
never let me go.
–S.
I’m still protecting you.
I know it doesn’t look like it.
I’m trying to learn how to be better,
even though it seems like we’re taking hit after hit.
I’m still protecting you.
I know it doesn’t look like much.
We’re still weird about human touch,
and we’re still impatient, we want everything in a rush.
We self-sabotage often, we still crush.
Swear, I’m still protecting you,
–S.
Three cherries, sevens, or aces.
Symbols spin like all the faces.
I feel hands on my shoulders, lady luck.
It’s over again, what the fuck.
Thirty-three scaring me,
youth moving on like the sea.
I don’t think you’re coming,
or maybe you were never on the way,
am I really that unlucky or was I never picked to play?
–S.
The bar lights make it alright.
The shame is washed away by the night.
I don’t take it personal even though you speak in slights.
I close my eyes really tight,
and it feels almost like sunlight.
–S.
To my knees, you bring me.
Hoping, you’ll forgive me.
It hits me, within me,
a desperation you’ll pick me,
–S.
It’s too risky,
the little you want to give me,
could kill me.
It’s too risky,
all the things you hide,
might thrill me.
It’s too risky,
minimal attention,
might bring me,
to my knees.
–S.
Look at what you did.
I was just a stupid kid.
I let you hold me.
I let you grope me.
I thought it was love,
but it was just lonely.
I let you hurt me.
I let you burn me.
I thought it was love,
but I was wrong.
All along, it was making me strong.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 