I’ve spent many nights mesmerized by the depths of our love.
Listening to our memories like an old vintage record. I Always rewind my favorite parts constantly and consistently.
I choose to ignore the scratches and skips even though I know soon the record will give out.
Like when it hit 2:22 the record begins to skip and the true age of our love begins to show.
Like when I once listened simply because I loved you but now I only listen to avoid the silence.
I’m constantly ignoring that One day the record won’t play.
One day I’ll have to lay the record to rest.
I selfishly played our record ignoring its distress in hopes that our single could fix my inner mess. I created my whole identity around loving you.
Without that responsibility I feel like I am nothing.
How can I love myself when you need that love so much more.
How selfish of me to see your pain and not attempt to heal you.
I love you so much that it hurts.
Giving you all I can possibly give in hopes that maybe youll give me what I require.
The record era begins to fade but I’m trapped in a time warped illusion.
Technology advances, my intentions become malice but I’ll listen to this battered record any day over silence.
Every skip and scratch adds character.
A Safe Space✨ 