2d
You urged me to leave, to fly,
to conquer this life.
But my wings feel heavy,
a descent into the raw, relentless pain
of a love that both shaped us and shattered us,
leaving wounds that time only deepens.
Music is stained by you,
you’re woven into every note,
recalling to me both what you gave
and what you took away.
Your pain bleeds through every lyric,
questioning me,
forcing me to question myself:
Is it my memory that chains you to the dark?
When will songs ever lose your echo?
I hope you found peace in my songs for you.
And they make your soul rest,
like it did in my arms.
My love falling around you
like a perfect harmony,
a warm melody that lingers,
but that failed to heal.
to conquer this life.
But my wings feel heavy,
a descent into the raw, relentless pain
of a love that both shaped us and shattered us,
leaving wounds that time only deepens.
Music is stained by you,
you’re woven into every note,
recalling to me both what you gave
and what you took away.
Your pain bleeds through every lyric,
questioning me,
forcing me to question myself:
Is it my memory that chains you to the dark?
When will songs ever lose your echo?
I hope you found peace in my songs for you.
And they make your soul rest,
like it did in my arms.
My love falling around you
like a perfect harmony,
a warm melody that lingers,
but that failed to heal.
This was written for the kind of love that carves itself into every song you hear, even long after it’s gone. The kind that feels like both your beginning and your undoing. I wrote this from the space where music becomes memory, and memory becomes mourning. If you’ve ever loved someone so deeply that even silence hums with their echo, this is for you.
(F/Brisbane)
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