memory-of-love

i just. i love music so much oh my god, like every single song you hear has so many emotions and feelings and memories attached to it and it’s different for every single person and that’s so incredible honestly

Flare

Your breath skips a beat,
too late to hold back,
the cards are on the table,
tantalising and provocative.

Shifting keys, perplexed by code,
emerging subtext reveals the ardour,
sudden devotions keep you warm,
encrypted letters place blindfolds.

Where the avid eye collides with apathy,
a disingenuous monster fights sincerity,
an uncertainty one cannot proclaim,
speak of openly out of fear.

Tread carefully, disregard persuasion
avoid repeating tragic endings.
Hushed the masochist hides,
sliding by the boundaries rooted underground.