Melodies are meant to be beautiful
To dance together affectionately, spinning into our ears or vibrating through our bodies
Taking imagination to new places, to new people, to new emotions
But you my mind; are no melody.
You are the scratching on a chalk board and the squeaking of Styrofoam
You are the ringing sound of my alarm in the morning
The beeping of horns and construction in a busy city
The voice of who I loathe
You my mind, are something loud
Something I can’t quiet down
And now I know. Because I’ve tried enough
But with you my mind, I just have no luck.