ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ :)

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Each note of yours strikes a chord within my heart - but this is pointless, this game of cat and mouse, this backwards and forwards, this waltz of unspoking words and sentimental melodies.
How come these songs of yours evoke memories into my head that have never happened, even when they contain no words?
Every stroke of the piano resonates with every deteriorating insecurity I accommodate, 
As if it were resembling the nimble fingers of a youthful musician strumming the vulnerable heartstrings I have; playing with them, soon snapping them in two.

It hurts. 
I fall into place only to collapse once more at sight of the vivid blue on my screen;
Perhaps the strings I gave you weren't clean?
If they were able to be mended with more than just one digital heart, the caresses of old love and the hope of a new beginning,
Would you ever tell me that, finally, your love was worth winning? 

With every new line I write, the slow pace of my own fingertips against the keyboard,
I realise how slow I truly have been to realise the intentions of your words;
The song of yours is on repeat now, the advertisements blocked out and unseen.
Now it's just me and your song, whilst I write about how much you're breaking me.

With every repeat of the same tune, I realise how I've only been going in circles,
From self-conscious, to excessively bold, over to self-conscious again.
Maybe things would be different if these melodies were dedicated not to your own passion, your hobby, but to me?
How is it fair that I sacrifice and devote my dignity, my solicitude, my entire being, for you in my poetry whilst you refuse to acknowledge my attempts at communicating? (I'm sorry, I'm being selfish again.)

I say this, but I know that my concept of injustice will falter at the next sight of you.
It unsettled me today, but I know that my feelings always oscillate and will rise tomorrow.
It's a moment of peace at first (a soft white with a rosy hue),
But I know that, soon enough, all I'll feel is sorrow.

(For the sake of being dramatic let's leave this here.)