I was picture perfect
You were an original defect
My life's rigid road
Like a dull tv episodeUntil you first aired on my screen
A system override I could have never foreseen
My crystal clear picture began to turn hazy
Before bursting into a black and white frenzyI had only ever strived for perfection
But you rewrote perfect's definition
No more interest in celebrity gossip so glossy
Or political debates so fake and flimsyInstead I turned up the volume on your art
Your shapeless, wild blurs that refueled my heart
You distorted my last sliver of poise
I fell in love with your static noise
YOU ARE READING
Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence