The scary music never stopped.
It was always there, full volume,
telling me things I didn’t want to hear.
It would play so loud
I couldn’t sing my own song;
I couldn’t fall asleep at night
because the sound was always there.
When I met you the scary music didn’t stop,
it just added your name to the lyrics of the song
that scared me the most:
“everything you’re afraid to lose.”
Since the music started I had been looking for headphones,
something that will mute it.
When you put your arms around me,
the music stopped.
The music still plays in the background throughout the day,
but I turn down the volume
with the thought of your voice.