it’s funny how your life’s “theme songs” kind of grow up and out with you.
anthems that evolve together with your transformations.
the heartbreaks that you thought would kill you.
beautiful love stories you thought would never die are dead.
but here you are, still alive.
stronger and wiser, somehow.
but still a bit dumb, somehow.
and this is my lame attempt at poetry.
except that i don’t want my words to rhyme.
i want my words to say the things i never could.
like a loud whisper.
or a gentle scream.