i.
if i stop singing,
i’m going to remember.
if i turn the music down,
i’ll start hearing your voice again,
and i don’t-
can’t-
won’t-
i won’t remember.
idon’twanttoremember.
ii.
i’ll sail the ship if i have to.
i’ll take any form of escape i can
dig up,
even if it leaves me
with blood under my
fingernails. just so long as
i don’t have to think.
iii.
your words burned my ears
(but they were painfully clear)
i don’t want this any-
i deplore
the venom in your words,
the poison i heard in your voice.
iv.
you can’t grow out of who you are.
v.
putting your words in my handwriting doesn’t make them any more beautiful.
i can’t make a poem of this.
vii.
i’m going, going, going.
gone.
viii.
if i stop singing, i’m going to hear him scream.
if i turn the music down, i’m going to remember.
i can’t do anything but sit behind the door and sing at the top of my lungs.
ix.
“the departure of the thief and monster
is far from over
but everything is gonna be just fine
everything will be just fine-
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written m13feb2012.
reason number one why i like my music constantly blaring. i like being oblivious.
boys will be boys, right?
in italics: lyrics from “one day women will all become monsters” by the chiodos. https://youtu.be/pJ68Bd7XXJE
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idiography 