Drunk Poem

I lose a little bit of my soul

Everytime I listen to it

Everytime it makes me feel something

The past tears away a part of me

Claims it forever

And I can never touch it again

The blank emotions watch

Trying to remember what it was like to feel

Because honest to God I don’t remember

It starts to worry me

So I try not to listen to the music I used to

To keep the fading feelings safe, locked up

 

I think I never truly felt anything

That I forced it

To match the music of this world

The rhythm

Smoking in a Jazz Club

The clinking of glasses

The slow brush of the drum

Sweeping across the snare

Accompanied by a flowing piano

Gently licking up the melody

Followed by a giant double bass

Pouding out a strong heartbeat

 

Her voice, holding heavenly notes

Holding every mans attention

 

I don’t remember how I got here

Or how long I’ve been listening

But I don’t intend to leave if she stays here