Miss Melancholy Melody.

It's two in the morning
I'm listening to music
missing you

Melancholy Melody
pounding through my bones
in my ears
in my heart
my heart keeps still
as she wraps cool fingers
around me

Melancholy Melody
won't you
rock me to sleep
won't you
stay by my side
till I draw my last breath
and open my eyes
in blinding white

Melancholy Melody
nothing feels
the way this does
this building tension
pulled taut
contrained
wrists bound
and then ropes broken
release

Melancholy Melody
come back to bed
let me coo you to sleep
let me keep scrawling nothings
into your consonant notes
smashing into cadence
where there is none
come keep me company
my sweet sweet

Melancholy Melody.

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I wrote this a few days ago. It was very late and I was listening to music, and it was so sad and so beautiful. I just started scribbling as I listened. This is barely edited; just the poem I originally wrote. It felt so good raw, that I didn't want to go back and clean it up. It's also loooong. The longest poem I've ever written probably.