Penisimani Amaile Katoa

The voice-over
elevator music  to my short trips into my headphones.
It had to be Death Cab for Cutie.
And it had to be 27 tracks.

Sometimes I want to call up everyone that's ever broken my heart
(only two people)
and ask them,
"how the fuck does one stop being in love?
For the sake of my sanity, teach me,
because you''ve obviously got that talent to spare."

And recently I've stopped by to rest a while in
a world of knowing things before I needed to
and wishing I'd never learned a thing.
(and now I'm humming along to poets
so maybe I won't feel likyou instead.

And when nobody listens to you,
call me and scream and we can breathe together,
listening like nobody ever listened to us.
Listening like me and you both have something that needs to be said.
Listening so we can remember that there's always someone
willing to stop and pay attention to someone else.

And when we fall silent,
we can hear our veins start pumping blood again.
(they always talked about how cold our faces were).
and when we listen to eachother, we can move on.

But until then, I have 27 sad songs on repeat
until they can't make me cry anymore
and my skin gets thicker
and maybe I won't need to ask how to stop loving someone.