Her
H. E. R.
Her voice is fluid like
Dripping melancholy melodies into my eardrums
Her words echo through my soul
Resonating with every heart ache
Every heart break
Reading my mind
as if I told her my life story
Her colloquy speaks for me
when I can’t find the words
Not giving too much
But just enough to make her point
I get it
I’ve lived it
Mirroring my trauma
Like a parallel universe
Creating tranquility through my chaos
Engulfed in a musical bubble
Bursting at the seams
Freeing me from this sullen state
Vibing to her ascension of agony
Grooving to the crescendo of grief
Putting me in a trance
Mixed feelings
With the changing of her songs
So sensual
Got me craving that old thing
Conjuring memories of what was
What you did
How I felt
So authentic
Knowing these feelings are fleeting
The pain creeps back in from
What you did
How I felt
Her lyrics act as a muse
influencing my inner thoughts
controlling my mood
like a puppet on a string
Her flow is reminiscent
Of all I’ve loved
Of all I’ve lost
Her is me.
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