Finally left the meaningless and
In between the air hockey and loud music
I began to feel my bones shift in their sockets
And my heart thump a peculiar pattern.
Keep loving the wrong ones and you will never learn
To love the right ones, the chiming says.
Addicted to the hits, they were my crux, my vice when
Bottomless thoughts pooled together to form
Dark, heated, sensual nights.
But nothing meaningful can truly come out of nothingness
And that’s all they were.
Hearing the notes of new music
Helps batter the old ones into the mix.
I will make mountains and
Sceneries with your name, and love will become a beautiful