Laying still as the sun rises
Eyes closed
Thoughts cleared
But if it isn’t the sound of a car driving by
Or the faint creaks of an old house
It is the sound of your body
You’ve quieted your conscience
You’ve blurred all the images
But you can’t stop your breathing
Inhale

Exhale
Right at the peak of tuning it out
Your mouth salivates in all the wrong ways
Swallow and reposition your tongue until it feels right
Silence lessens and so does peace
Time cannot move any slower
You’ve removed your work suit
You’re away from the crowds
You set your alarm and put your phone aside
You yearn for silence many hours of every day
But you will never rest in true silence

How can I express what doesn’t exist?
Been hiding feelings since I was a kid.
Dali hit the nail on the head when he implied memories persist.
Though, it’s hard to say that there aren’t people that I miss.
But in specific, I yearn for your immortal eyes.
The ones that shine bright at day but deep at night.
My diary and brain are the only two who know.
Because I didn’t want to let a glimpse show.
Conned myself into feeling nothing for you.
My aching heart grew black and blue.
Where my feelings for you laid now is an empty room
With paint chips, holes in the wall, and a dusty broom.
And I’ve been hiding my feelings since I was a kid.
Unsure of what even truly exists
Or rather, what I forcefully removed
It’s like I lost my natural groove
Just as I thought I’ve finally found it
Now I’m making wishes at a wishing fountain
And I’ve followed all the rules of moving on
I’ve listened to every break up song so this shouldn’t be too long

Now that you don’t exist
Youre something that can’t be missed