melodies listening to their own music

[_mybrokenwindow]

its when you hear
those melodies empty
themselves in a spiral
down your ear
and make some awkward
connection to a moment
with your mind,
you realize how how much
you get sidetracked in
getting to know everything
about someone
because they show a small
interest in you.
call it insecurity,
or a sad excuse to be in love,
but you're learning lessons
kid and its about time
you got use to all these
secrets you've been spilling
about lovers that don't
know how to be tangible.

make them where a better
shade of who they really
are,
because the carbon copy
of them seems to like
you more than the original
and i don't think you know
how to love the one made
of flesh and bones.

ask yourself when a dream
started to breath,
and how it felt when it
grew lungs and a heart
in the sake of being with
you for awhile.

if we weren't so tired of
trying to make a point,
we'd try to wake up from
all this sleeping in
different worlds in exchange
for loving strangers you
forget to know.

so wake up kid
and learn to teach your
heart a lesson on
forgetting people you
never knew well enough to love.
because your brain has
got its framed pictures
of no one and its suitcase
stuffed with forgetfulness
and has planning to disconnect
from you since it taught
what your heart was really for.