The 50th Time

And when the melody started playing,
Exposing me to all the things you had been saying,
Announcing my naivety, god knows why I still have it saved,
After you used this song to expose me with every line it paved.

I hope it at least paved a way forward for you.
That the echo of this one line did not echo the words I said too,
I hope the soft piano did not remind you of my soft touch,
That the intensifying drums did not intensify your heartbeat as much

As it intensified mine.
When I listened to this song the first, second, and fiftieth time.

God, I hope it didn’t do that to you too.
If it did though, to the point that skipping this song was nothing new,
I won’t apologize, as my ego is bigger, my grief stronger, than my pity could ever be.
Because as long as this song keeps playing.
     The quiet words keep screaming.
     The soft piano keeps hitting.
     And the drums keep rising.
At least I know that you will remember me.