And I feel like the song you play repeatedly
Filled with cellos, pianos, and some sad harmony.
Only forgiving is played out for eternity
Like a lofty goal that’s never meant to be.
I keep comparing you to melodies,
Using words and verses to explain
Your autonomy.
There’s just something about your calamity.
You are fire burning warm and brightly,
I am pages torn for your stability.

(Insert profanity.)