My life, on current replay,
The television becomes nothing but background noise to my inner thoughts
I sit on the couch replaying future scenes
I see you carrying the diaper bag, me with messy hair barely keeping myself together
I see myself undressing in front of you, peeling layers of different skins i'm wearing through out the years
Some day the world will stop, I can't recall who we are
But I can hear your laugh engraved in my veins, all of sudden it will feel like the beginning
On days when kindness is far from the truth
You can hear our screams coming from the echo of the walls
When all that we know suddenly falls
We carry pain like its our armor
I feel like I caused this
Maybe I go looking for pain when I need a new poem
But I hope someday I can be kinder to myself
I hope we can grasp onto hope, not get sucked in the vortex
