College Tales

Record Player

I had a record player once.

It played the most beautiful songs I ever heard.

Over time my first record grew weary and tended to skip in the music.

I listened to it often, despite its many faults.

It was my first after all.

Soon my love for my record player moved to something new;

I had found my first love.

Instead of listening to the sound of a skipping beat, I began listening to the sound of his heart beats.

I listened to it often, and I accepted all of his faults.

But sooner than I had expected, I found out what heartbreak was.

He was so gentle and kind, and I know I was a bit rough;

I only wish I had the chance to show him who I've become.

I listened to them often, my skipping record and his heart, and I loved them despite my many faults.

They were my firsts after all.

My broken heart now skips beats now that everything has fallen apart.

My love for him is like my worn out record player.

My heart aches to hear the sound of skipping music and a beating heart.

If only I'd taken better care of them, then maybe I wouldn't be missing them.