I feel like nothing but a broken toy that's been left in the attic to become forgotten, covered in webs of disinterest and potential nostalgia.

Although, in this scenario, I appear to be magnetic and you appear to be the strongest, rarest form of metal known to mankind, to my kind.

I am drawn to you constantly, mindlessly, and I cannot control it. I don't always notice anymore.

It shoots straight over my head as I soar across the high skies to reach you... Following my heart, my ultimate compass.

North Pole... South Pole... How long until I'm yours again? I can't stay still, I can't stay far.

I love you. No matter how broken I may feel, I still feel immense love as my heart's parts restart, for you. You have given me life yet again.

I exist to tend to your heart's needs and join you on your life's adventures. I'm eternally yours and you are just as much mine.

So, wind me up and burn me out, I beg of you... By the end of the day, we'll both be smiling and we will remain. I could never stay away in the first place.

I yearn for solidarity,
To know once and for all

To reach into the sky, claim whatever is there, bring it down and ask...
"How do you like it?"

Being down, that is

Feeling lost and confused in an unfamiliar world,
A world that is yours

I cannot find the answers I seek
I cannot find the words to speak

I simply wait (and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait and wait)
Until I no longer can

And then I wait some more

This appears to finally approach an end,
So why won't my doubt?

Alas, the more I question, the less I know
The more it comes, the more it goes

And so, I wait some more

There's poetry in simple things
And pain in far more
There's beauty in a million things
But one in particular

The yearn for security
The lack of it, and warmth
Tonight I lay here, only me
Tossing, turning, feeling torn

She said that she didn't understand how I wasn't sick of her yet, after spending so much time together.

I tried to imagine getting sick of her, but how could I? How could you ever possibly get sick of music?

I take her everywhere with me. She plays softly in the background, almost constantly. I love all of her and appreciate her filling the silence for me.

Sure, there were a few times where I wished that I could have just skipped on to the next song, but I always let her play through from start to finish.

From the second first kiss to the dramatically painful record scratch... From her debut to my heartbreak.

I could never get sick of her. She is, and always will be, my favourite song.

Does one simply adjust to happiness or does it fade away in time? Can one ever be truly satisfied? What is contentment if not love? What is love if not fickle? Will this love fade in time? I hope not, for I'm finally happy.