I smile on cue.
Respond with empathy for what’s going on with you.
I laugh when the others do.
I just can’t help but think,
that I’m going through the motions,
more often than a normal person would.
I try to do what someone normal should.
I’d be normal if I could.
–S.
I peel a piece of skin off of my lip with my teeth.
Summer’s bringing the light, but heavy is the grief.
The brief moment of pain brings a slight relief.
Does it all really come down to self-belief?
–S.
I go further than I should,
with the gas tank on empty.
My paycheck goes quick,
but I make it so slowly.
I run to conclusions,
and I walk with lonely.
I love reading books,
I cringe at my own story.
I could never be anybody’s show pony.
–S.
I’m a book you put back on the shelf.
Didn’t catch your interest, not worth a second glance.
You’re leaving the store in a hurry, not even worth a chance.
I’m waiting for the next patron.
Yearning to change from single to taken.
I’ll see you in my imagination.
–S.
You don’t know that I exist,
but I can’t resist,
dreaming of you.
You don’t know that I exist,
but in my fantasies,
we do.
You don’t know that I exist,
so I curl my hands into fists,
and I don’t reach for you.
–S.
You’ve always had a way of making me feel small.
It doesn’t matter the distance, you can change everything with just one call.
Your words defy space, they crash through every wall.
You hold all the power, you have the ability to ruin it all.
I can never feel tall.
Your voice in my head makes me stall.
No matter what, you’ll always make sure I fall,
or falter.
Why am I always something to be altered?
–S.
A second of honesty,
and a moment of courage.
I say how I truly feel,
now everything is real.
The adrenaline wears off,
awkward cough.
Courage isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,
at least not to me.
–S.
In a field of sunflowers,
I let you go.
In a field of sunflowers,
I let the hurt flow.
In a field of sunflowers,
I grieve and I grow.
In a field of sunflowers,
I begin to glow.
In a field of sunflowers,
I let you go.
–S.
The Messy Middle 🖤 