Love as a beautiful word

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

Word again.