Music

Isabella Hoppe
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

don’t you ever wonder,
who really loves you?
I am plagued by a fear
an irrational one
maybe I’m loving,
but not being loved,
the cologne of betrayal lingering upon me
more likely, the perfume of paranoia choking me
its slender fingers wrap around my throat,
the sadness stabs my chest
your songs make my eyes drown
why wont thoughts of you leave me be?
the details of your hair, your eyes..
days with you, they faded from me
now I just want you here,
but I’m scared of what I’ve gotten into
I hope you’ll love me this way forever,
but its fingers wrap tighter on my throat,
as your music plays loud enough for me to hear