Mumford & Sons

It was the summer and I binged on Mumford & Sons

Hoping I was in love.

Like the hours would never fade.

I was high.

It all mattered.

We rode our bikes beside Amsterdam canals.

Some kind of light was always ricocheting.

Off water, windows, and smiles.

Nothing tasted of apathy


I tossed and turned

with drunk sickness or love sickness

I was alone, fighting with gravity and ageing.

I cried out “I gave you all. I gave you ALL”.

I sent her messages written like epitaphs.

But I gave nothing.

Nothing takes away the lies of music, lust, and alcohol

Except a silent morning cut only by the sounds of your body

cleaning up after your imagination. 


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