Red Flames,
Blue Flames,
Yearning.
For your body,
I am burning.
–S.
Flames.
Tag: sunnysideupish
Something Sacred.
Years ago, when we were broken-up, flirting with the idea of being together again, you kissed my ankle one desperately hot Texas night.
And that one innocent moment, held me for a long time, and still holds me today.
It hits me at random times. I can still see you kissing my ankle. And if I close my eyes really tight, I can almost feel it again. Even now.
I can still see you above me, the look in your eyes, holding my right leg up.
Tender.
Sacred.
Smiling.
Loving.
–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.
Disappearing Acts.
I was disappearing when you saw me.
I was disappearing, but you touched me.
I was disappearing and then you loved me.
–S.
All of the Lights.
Everything was brighter with you around.
Colors were richer.
Food tasted better.
Sounds were bolder.
Smells were deeper.
Touch was like levitating while glowing in the dark.
That’s how I remember it, anyway.
Maybe, everything was just better with you around.
–S.
Abandoned.
You leave, I am an abandoned house.
With splintered wood, and a floor that is caving in.
You leave, I am a dusty attic.
Filled with faded photographs and untouched cardboard boxes.
You leave, I am a car that doesn’t drive.
With rusting metal and flat tires.
You leave, but I am still here.
–S.
Realization.
I realize that trying to change you, only changed me.
For me to see, it took falling out of love with you, and falling back in love with me.
Love is blind, but not when I’m loving me.
Now, I can see.
–S.
Come to Me.
You come to me in a dream, nothing is as it seems.
You come to me in a dream, flying with black wings.
You come to me in a dream, glowing like an ultralight beam.
You come to me in a dream, this is a nightly reoccurring theme.
In a dream, you seem, made of sweet creme.
In real life, a man with a scheme.
Oh, but, in a dream.
–S.
Blue.
I bring you my hurt, and your waves take it to the horizon.
I fall to my feet and I weep, and you add my tears to yours.
I bring you my grief, and you swallow it.
I feel as though I’m drowning, and you show me I am floating.
I look to you for answers, but you show me my reflection.
–S.
Lone Wolf.
She howls at the moon,
anyone or anything listening.
She howls at the night,
the loneliness is crippling.
She howls at the stars,
as acceptance is sinking in.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 