Too much noise.
Do you think about me sometimes?
When the fan creaks in the cold weather
Rain drawing shadowy patterns on the old, weary walls
Of our home
I’ve shared many homes.
With many different scars — covered up by
Loving parts — which do I choose to remember?
I’d like to stop moving.
Maybe “settle down” can have a meaning
untainted by the irrelevant admonishing of
Will I always want to hear myself
in someone else’s voice
Someone more famous
more driven, more able to write ballads and
award-winning screenplays at 1AM or any time, really
Someone who resembles a younger me
I’d like to be proud of myself again, if that’s okay!
I don’t know who I’m asking.
Someone answer, please?