the right kind of peril when you’re in love with someone who doesn’t love you back - where you don’t want to let go of them because then you’d be choosing grief, choosing to lose them, choosing to grieve them. but also by not moving on you’re grieving that person every day. every time you look at them, you’re grieving that that person will never be

Music has that ability to unleash the trappings inside me that I can't set free on my own.

Inspire and release me while triggering and twisting me into knots while you force me to see myself clearly.

You. Yes you.

The wound won't close if I keep picking at it

But I'm in love with my pain it would seem.

The one I mistake for your face and voice

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