Their so loud.

I listen to music he brought into my life. As though it’s a beacon calling to him I need rescued.  The words of every song an anthem to my pain. But every so often there is a break in the the lyrics and a solo instruments brings in a great build up…to what ever emotion the songs is encouraging.

And they start in. Speaking. ..cutting. ..shouting.  so many opinions, so much paranoia. I just want peace.

I control impulse to say what they want.  I control the urge to send lyrics that emulate my thoughts. I control the impulse to block him. I know it won’t stop me from thinking about him.

I am skin thirsty. I want to be touched. I want to feel someone’s fingers run down my back. Brush my hair to the side of my face.


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