Keep the music
up;
it keeps my
thoughts at bay.
Turn it
off—silence.
They pour in,
flooding my
mind.
The weight is
drowning,
the sound
deafening.
"Oh, if
only."
"Where are you?"
"But I love
him.”
STOP!
Stop thinking,
stop feeling.
Repress my
love, my heart, my mind.
Turn the music
up again.
