A place that I hide when I no longer want to run from you.
There's a nook between loving you and hurting so badly I feel like a part of me has died,
and it's a familiar place I go to and I'm not too proud of.
Beneath the soft cushions
I lose myself.
Maybe it's because it doesn't hurt so bad.
Or maybe it's because it makes my heart race and pound so loudly I can almost hear it over the music.
I don't care.
I'm numb.
I just want to push everything out but the sweet music I can hear like an ongoing symphony echoing off the walls of my soul.
I just want to be lost.
What's wrong with that?
-k.p.b.
