Poems for the Heart

Music

It's strange isn't it?
Listening to a song until your ears are bleeding
Until they sting harder than your heart
And the ache seats deep in your bones
And the lyrics becomes louder than your thoughts.
I don't listen to music for pleasure
I really don't
Because if I did,
I'm sure I'd remember the lyrics,
a special singer's name,
or the title of my favourite song.
And yet I don't
I don't I don't I don't
And it scares me
It hurts more than the pounding in my mind
But I don't know how to stop,
I don't know how to listen
Without getting caught in all the things
I want to forget
Or forget all the things I want to remember
It's strange isn't it?
I use music to shut my brain up
Or to make everything clearer
To make it go faster
Or slow it down.
Most days I don't even know what's worst.
But tonight
Tonight I do.
(Please shut it up, please make it stop