Your Song Poem by Sarah Elizabeth Clark

You will keep me
buzzing erratically
until you become a series
of blips in my brain.
Abstract colour swatches
in the fabric of my
emotional existence.
Musically evoked memories
melting into my rhythm
until your song is over.

Meanwhile I paint
A chaotic life.
To defy you, I run.
Smoke a cigarette.
Take a drink.
Write it out.
Stumble into venues,
where strange arms
encircle my waist.

Then I black it out,
rewrite the truth.
I become the glamorisation
of everything one shouldn’t do.
Ironically, not unlike you.