The Musical Remembrance Masochist

these once beautiful songs that were held within you & your lover’s heart together forever as if such an impossibility was possible, now sing backwards at you from the stereo in your car from the ipod from the surround system in your dwelling where you now reside alone & without. what makes you play the song again & again? you understand that it brings only pain but it conjures up images that make you believe that the failed relationship had something in it that was perfect something that will never be attained again--- in retrospect, like at a funeral, you try & focus on what was good about the whole thing, yet, what is true what hits you in the face every time select the song is the reality that this song, this melody, was one piece in the greater puzzle that broke when it was slammed violently on the ground splintering & smashing all over, never to be put back together again like a hammer to a Fabergé egg. why continue this pattern, you musical remembrance masochist? only tearing up your own insides with razorblades, free yourself from this repetitive torture--- destroy them, burn them, erase them all--- every single one & stop singing these songs whose words no longer mean anything. respect yourself.