soft french music
written for boys and girls who have the blues
echos crawling across the walls of my dark bedroom
alone
tending to exit wounds
aggressive winds, brittle autumn branches tapping the window
a good analogy for the words i never said scratching at my throat
struggling with comprehension
the worlds battle for my attention
thought up scenarios, intrusive delirium
my brains greatest inventions
despite popular belief, do not ease my body’s tension
habitual rituals
romanticizing my sadness
fetishizing a torturous flair for dramatics
so again,
just like the night before
attempts to settle an old score
i could say i miss you, though would i even have the chance?
put on my favorite record
carry on the solo dance
just my average night
stuck in a trance
-g.m.t.
About the Creator
g.m.t
bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
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