sad – The Messy Middle 🖤

Drive-in Theater.

I’m moody,

gloomy,

truly.

It must be your duty, cutie,

to keep me feeling like a sad movie.

–S.

I open my purse, and all that is left is a sigh.

In the pocket, a voice whispering why.

In a tin, a few tears collected from a recent cry.

And a list,

with lie,

after lie,

after lie.

–S.

We pass like ships at sea.

A keeper of day.

A keeper of night.

Are you okay?

I don’t know if you’re alright.

We pass like ships at sea.

We don’t touch,

or talk.

We barely interact at all.

I think there’s an imaginary wall.

-S.

I am the keeper of your secrets.

I am the one that knows why you laugh,

and why you cry.

I am the one that knows why they left you,

and why they said goodbye.

I am the one that knows what eats you up at night.

I am the one, like a torch, that carries the light.

I am the one that knows about your mother,

your brother,

that guy you like,

and why you haven’t finished school.

Like high school,

you no longer think I’m cool.

-S.