Like well-worn denim
we got so comfortable

then were taken by surprise
when we ripped at the seams.

clouded head pounding with a sense of regret
is it regret? or is it a yearning for  what I once had?
confused by your sudden actions, you keep tugging at heart strings that are almost threads, barely holding together
head spinning, this room I sit in seems to be shrinking, the dark seems to overtake the little light that spills in under the space between the door and hard wooden floors
clutching my head in agony, my heart is screaming at the pain you inflict on tugging at the strings
i feel a slice, cut the strings in half, the pain comes to a halt
a brief numb overcomes my body, a silence instills in the room
and then out of thin air, just like your change of mind, all of the pain floods into my veins and I scream out into the abyss
oh the things you can inflict upon me.

i spin for you,
like a record on replay
i spin,
music filling the air around me in such a way
i could reach out and grab
each
singular
note.
i’ve always resented songs on replay,
the monotony of the same voice
saying the same thing
for an eternal loop.
but baby i could sing along
to the sound of your laughter, all day
because for some reason it’s a song
i already know all the words to.
in any case our love
is music to my ears, every
note
melody
symphony
even the screams are
a cacophony of passion, pain,
permanent feelings
no one could ever stop playing.
don’t tell me our love anything but beautiful.
our song says otherwise.

With you it's so easy
to dance in the middle
of an empty road
with a song on repeat

it's simple with you
to lay on the couch
with my hair in your lap
and feel complete.