All of this shit gets heavy.
I could fill up the back of a chevy.
I could use a pick up,
a lift up.
All of this shit gets heavy.
It could overflow a levee.
I could use a hand,
in the flooding.
I thought it was real,
and it wasn’t.
–S.
Tag: realizations
Always.
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.
Too Deep.
I was always too deep for a love so shallow.
I was always too deep for a person so hollow.
I was always too deep for you to swallow.
I’ll still be too deep for you tomorrow,
and you’ll always be the boy filled with nothing but sorrow.
–S.
Holding Hands with Ghosts.
I’m grabbing at ghosts.
Reaching for something real, but it’s just smoke.
I’m grabbing at ghosts.
I thought it was mine,
almost.
–S.
Maple + Butter.
As the light paints the sky with color,
I know now, that I can never love another.
Not like I loved you,
the winter to my summer,
the guitarist to my drummer,
maple and butter,
sweet lover.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 