What I Told My Best Friend

I love you Not the sweet kind and innocent you But the ugly you The unveiling, unedited, and inappropriate The one that makes me cry- the real you In your voice there’s bass breaking my hearts barriers your words vary viciously sending vivid vibes down my vertebrate it’s vindictive because you know that I know that You carried my past and my struggle in your voice You carried a revolution You bared inhumane task for me to smile, feel, be inspired just to give away what you gave me You move my mental avenue to an apex, something anonymous I answer every time you call since I never know when you may stop calling But that’s a day I hope to never see I would miss your arms wrapping your melody around my mind I’m confined by you Your ruthless pursuit to reveal the ugly truth about us, life, any and everything in it And my gratitude supersedes a simple thank you I find my thoughts lurking on memories we captured in Pandora’s Box Sworn in secrecy, only you and I know how we connect Everyone else tries to imitate this connection but our bond stems back To recess, riding in the car, watching TV --some of the random places we met And now I fight to fade the popular fixations The “idea” of you by impeding with actuality Know that through the many years of fumbling, change, and growth I never left for one second, my muse In you I have love, serenity, reason Reasons to keep you closer than most No, no one can precisely define you When love and happiness is rolling on the river which is never too much every time you give me one more chance putting my love on top causing bandz to make her dance Makes it clear that at the end of the day when I catch you screaming in my ear Stepping on my every worry and fear I remember that you are Music And I love you.