Let your favorite song
be the one that wrecks you
or the one that makes you whole.
Take your pick.
It only defines you.
My favorite songs
leave you starry-eyed staring at the walls
or dancing wild in your room.
The others keep you locked away,
afraid that moving the slightest inch
will crumble you to dust.
We hide our stories
in stories that aren't our own
because that's all there is.
Maybe I don't feel real,
but hell, this thirty-six-hour playlist
sure helps me forget for a minute.
And maybe I'm not okay
like I told him I was,
but that one song-
the right song-
takes all of that away.
With that song,
my mind is at peace.
I can breathe again.
They say we bleed love
and that we are independent.
Yet everyone wants to tell me
that they're in control.
So we run.
We run wild.
We run free.
We run off
and out of this town,
hoping never to return.
YOU ARE READING
Rays in the Dark
Short StoryA collection of stories and poems depicting people's lives as they struggle with love, mental illnesses, and the everyday battles that life throws their way.
