I feel so betrayed by the person you have become. In the beginning you loved me, now you just call me dumb. Our conversations and calls have become father apart, It is only a matter of time before you shatter my heart. Inconsistencies and lies get harder to hear. Wishing my blurry brain would soon become clear. I cry and cry almost everyday, I would give anything to take all of this pain away. There are people that are crying, dying, and dismayed. And all I have is someone who I once loved digging my grave.
“I think there’s something wrong with you and that’s okay,” she sings with all her heart and strums the guitar with my pick. I’m in charge of the chords, holding the guitar so she can reach it where she sits. We dream it up together, but I phone it in I admit.
A, D, E - 1, 4, 5 - arbitrarily chose. She keeps it alive with her prose Just 5 years old A poet with her eyes closed.
You can be anything you want to be, and that’s okay as long as you’re happy.
Like she knows The greatest longings of the whole of humanity,
Like she’s peered into the depths of the vast ocean of broken hearts, And know this is the best place to start…
Like it’s easy.
“It’s okay”, she sings with closed eyes, and strums the guitar in musical bliss.