Slowly, gently, stroking my face
Wiping the hairs from my brow
Tucking them back behind my ear
How delicate I feel just now!
Leaning in close, the warmth I feel
The breath upon my flesh
I close my eyes so I can feel
The rhythm inside my chest
The slow caress, the gentle touch
Tracing the curves of my soul
Lovingly, tenderly finding the way
The lover to make me whole.
But the melody violently changes
The words now sharply thrown
No longer a friend, but a stranger
I’m bound, broken, and alone…
Every chord progression
Each major to minor shift
Violates something sacred
Like switching from runs now to riffs
Betrayed by the music
By each little ebb and flow
What once sweetly caressed
Now attacks my very soul
The song once held me
Once made me smile and sing
The laughter and the dancing
Becomes the madness in me.
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Very haunting, but extremely relatable. To have the song we love be marred by actions or words. Then it becomes a thorn because we know it isn’t good, but we enjoy it. Perhaps we feel guilty for still enjoying it. And that concoction of contradictory feelings make us feel unsettled. We all have those “songs” in our lives.
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Why do we enjoy things that cause us pain? Whether physical or emotional, it seems like we are drawn back to those “songs” and situations. Is it the familiarity maybe? Something we’ve grown accustomed with experiencing?
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