a little note

Always writing letters, little notes that I do not enjoy ,for no one to see. I swear I can still hear the notes you sang like a person haunted, wired into my mind. I was terrified and am enamoured of you, like being addicted to a drug that made me feel so good, so bad, overdosing on the thought of you. I want to hit that sharp, wry, bitter sound of a spirit screaming and scratching, latching onto a lie that isn’t []