If love was a marching band
the percussion would be so heavy the ground would rattle
the heartbeat rythm taking its place in the body
the woodwinds would ignite in a fire, slowly burning and then all at once engulfing into flames
just as your feelings develop over time and then hit you all at once
the low brass would be a low roar, making whoever hears it tremble
the anxiety of not being loved back soaring through your body in a rumble of every emotion available
the high brass piercing through anything else, loud and clear
dissolving any worries you previously had, the love being so clear it hurts
if love was a marching band, it would sound just as beautiful and heartwrenching as you'd think
it would build you up and make you feel alive, and tear you apart just as fast when it has to end
because just like love, eventually, the marching bands song will end
the band will stop marching
the uniforms will be put in their garmet bags and stored for someone else to stumble upon
the instruments, used and dented, would be repaired and reused.
just like love, it will be restored eventually, once the right person picks up the right instrument and takes those steps
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Whispered Thoughts and Screaming Lines
PoetryMy attempts at poetry Trigger warning for every poem Mentions of: suicide, self harm, eating disorders, dysphoria, etc. Most poems are written as spoken word so if they sound weird when you read them that's why
