All the Right Notes

HangingbyaHalo

If I could cut all of my flaws out I would channel my inner Michelangelo and bleed for perfection. 

It’s me right.


I have had very few relationships in my life.


Often finding it hard to open myself to people but once I do,
I love harder than I probably should.


Bleed more than I probably should 


But what is love that is not an admission of vulnerability.

I replay everything. 

Searching for the wrong move.
The missed step.
The day I didn’t give enough.
The day I didn’t bleed enough.


The day my intent first missed it’s mark and like a raging wildfire you opened up for the flames to engulf us. 

I wonder what it was about her that changed your heart. 

What was so loud that it could drown out the I love you and the forevers?

The orchestra of our world together was pressed to play a symphony of destruction.
Discord and chaos that was unforgiving.

It plays inside me now.

Piercing notes, shrilling through my veins like poison in my blood stream..

Using my heartstrings to form it’s melody. 

I have become a wasteland of bitter sweet ballads That never became love songs 


Kind of like us,

All of the notes are there 

Just never quite good enough to stick.

  • Author: -B- (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 21st, 2021 10:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Neville


    This is exceptionally good and there are so many lines contained within that I wish I had personally penned before you ... Neville

    • HangingbyaHalo

      Neville,
      Thank you for the kind words. I could say the same of your work.
      -B-

    • dusk arising

      The honesty within this piece is outstanding. Excellent poetry. Should be compulsory reading for all broken hearted lovers.

      • HangingbyaHalo

        Thank you so much! For quite a long time I never shared anything I wrote because I felt as if i was handing someone pieces of myself. I feared the reaction. Now I find passion in the honesty of it. The raw pieces.

      • Garth Rakumakoe

        A masterpiece of instruments huddled together. A beautiful honest mess, of true emotion, that should not be re-arranged. It's magnificent!

        • HangingbyaHalo

          Thank you for the wonderful comment! I am happy you enjoyed the read. ❤️



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