All that I hear are the violins
Oh, the sound
I feel everything stop and slowly pick up speed but not enough when I hear the most beautiful vibrato
I look up at the moon every night it is full or almost
And when I do all the voices rush into me
The slander doesn’t belong with me
Not when I feel this good
But here it is
I wonder if I will or already am used to it
I let myself feel the ******* pain and cut deeper
Except
There is no wound and there is all the more noise
And it never seems to stop
I just see night and I cry so hard
My chest has bruises
For my heart has found a way to let me know it exists
I’ve never been so aware in my entire being
Love is not a myth