the deconstruction of my favorite song
There are certain guitar riffs that bring me home,
happy places that I’ve spent time in as a child,
nostalgic throbs of unforgettable moments.
There are certain songs that remind me of the autumn season,
drinking apple cider and laughing with people I thought I’d remain close to,
the times when enjoying life seemed effortless,
when I didn’t need to put thought into my actions.
There are certain drum beats that thump in the same rhythm as my heart,
it reminds me of when I lost myself in a trance to you,
seduced by your breath,
I felt my whole body vibrate to the drumming of your fingers on my temple,
the same pattern that matches my heartbeat.
There are certain lyrics that puncture through me,
as if they were aimed towards me, as if the writer knew it was coming,
as if they had planned it out,
put a mark on my head, and shot straight at me,
they always send me back to memories that I struggle to avoid,
they always provide me with memories that haven’t happened yet,
I struggle to avoid those too.