Pink Noise
I don’t know why I hurt myself
Sometimes it just seems like the best solution
A way to find something new
Or let go of something old
When I’m so sorry I ever told you
What wasn’t even the truth
Sometimes the subject is the object
And I can’t tell the difference trying
Even if I think I occupy the same space
There’s nothing there
Not a trace of something I forgot to fear
It’s too late to keep it from coming near
It’s already inside me
I don’t know why you betray yourself
Sometimes it looks like you have no option
Like you have no better way to stop
Plummeting from the top of the world
Back to where you think you belong
Not sure if it’s weakness
Or just something far too strong to say no to
That terrible urge that makes you stop
And then go to the darkest place
There’s nothing there except what you’ve erased
This is not what I thought it was
But it doesn’t matter because
There are so many better ways to do this
Once you hold me
We’ll go all the way through this together
And that will be nothing like before
The end of the war and the start of the century
Both of us as we are meant to be
Our past slipping even further away
Into the pink noise behind us
Somewhere safe
By Julie Flanders
Photo by Noah Buscher
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APRIL IS POETRY MONTH, Day 26
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