Broken Record

"She said 'I know what it's like to be dead.
I know what it is to be sad'
And she's making me feel like I've never been born."

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Yes?
No.
Yes?
No.
Yes?
No.
Yes? (I was that shiny new album
Gleaming vinyl slipped gently from its sleeve-
My one shield-
By your gentle strength)
No. (You spin me around
And around
And around
And around)
Yes? (Memorizing my lyrics
Embracing my words in combination
With the melodies and harmonies
Of my feelings for you)
No. (Around, around, around)
Yes? (Track after track,
Beauty bleeding into beauty
And you beg that the music not end,
That it be true,
And not too good to be)
No. (Was it only my words that made you,
Like a record,
Twirl around in circles,
So hypnotic?)
Yes? (And Icarus had potential
As we both know so well,
For we too have potential)
No. (Are you determined that our wings
Be destroyed?)
Yes? (Please?)
No. (And we’re both sorry
And at least one of us knows it)
Yes? (45’s and 33 1/3’s are built to specifics
And I...
Am like a record).
No. (Put me back in my sleeve, then)
Yes? (I was that shiny new record
You couldn’t stop listening to)
No. (And you broke me)
Yes? (I ask)
No. (You respond)
And the broken record skips, repeats.
Yes?
No.
Yes?
No.
The record cracks
And breaks,
But won’t stop spinning.