Give me blinding lights
And white noise
And boom box heart beats
Because all we ever learn
Is how to tune out
How to turn up the music
The pain
The punch
The tears
When in reality
We need to tune IN
Into laughter
And poorly performed duets
And silly cat videos
And whipped cream wars
And marathons of old sitcoms at three AM with your best friend
And music
Tune in to music
Stop using it as an excuse not to live
And start using it as an excuse to get away
It's okay to cope
In ways most people wouldn't nightmare of
I know girls
With terrors
Bigger than the spider in the bathtub
Who wear their traumas like perfume
Waiting for somebody to tell them how pretty it smells
That was never my aesthetic.
I always preferred daisies
Or neon paint
Or card games
Or smiles
Or home made ice cream
Or oceans of anything
But the sadness
That most people think is beautiful.
There is no romance
In crying yourself to shreds
So be happy while you can
And endure what you must
For this is the secret to life.
A/N: One more? ;)
