Once thought forever willing: now
Gently beautifully unwilling
Unwinding and intertwining in the confidence
You pulled away from me
Like that song I waned to hear so badly but you always had an urge at that
Exact moment to move the needle of the record over to the next space like the space that was created in between and pulling us inevitably deep under and into your song
The song you felt we must hear repeat and listen so close with our ears that have prison bars descending from the cartilage and I must listen
And respond; respond with exactly the opinion of the song that you must approve
And never disagree or dislike
That needle must never be moved
I sit and see the scratches you made on the spaces of the song I wanted to play so that it would skip
Or rearrange words so that there was nothing the song could portray or say
You did not **** my song but you scared it
That’s the irresistible true
Now unwilling I put a new record with a new song: my song
  slowly taking my hand and gently moving the needle over to that thin space of the beautiful free
And hear the words not rearranged the song not skipped the message straight and clear
And I know time heals there is no more fear and I sing to my song with memories and tears
And finally just finally I let my song stay
let my bird like ears hear the sounds of a new bittersweet beauty called finding a new record
not forgiving but forgetting about the old one and I will stay:
Gently beautifully unwilling for every next record to come