my head is always spinning
like a broken record
on constant repeat
scratching out its contents

a needle traces the lines
of my mind
wavering back and forth,
but only static rolls off my tongue

& I am waiting for the one
who will pry open my mouth,
crawl into my chest
& listen to the melody my heart softly beats

you were like warm alcohol
blurry bed sheets,
comforting.
you were like scuffed sidewalk chalk
multi-colored nostalgia,
dusty.
you were like good morning kisses
jasmine and rose,
i don't wear that perfume.