In Front of Me

Good times...things to think about and time to make it all the more complicated in my head.

Notes,

I tried to study the past week,

I tried to concentrate on something else,

I tried to block you out

It's impossible to block something that's a part of you

You failed

I failed.

Notes,

I have nothing left to think about

I have music drowning what's left of this throbbing

Notes,

A reminder

Notes,

A blessing

Notes,

My distraction.

Notes,

I shouldn't have been so messy,

Fool

It's hard to read

Hard to see what I mean

Cloudy

Grey

Dark

Falling

Finally

No

No?

No notes.

Why not?

I don't know

You're losing

What?

You're not going to win

I don't want to win

Yes you do.

I do?

Yes, you do.

I do.

Wait

Win at what?

Her

I don't understand

That's why you're losing

How do I win?

Notes

Notes are stupid

You're stupid

That doesn't make sense

You are notes.

How?

You're trying too hard,

The lesson

Is in the person.

The teacher?

Sure, the one you're standing beside.

No one is here

Who is there?

Just me.

She's a part of you.

Then what are you?

You.

Oh.

-Milton