There is never one way to describe a song like there is never one way to describe what i’m feeling with her.

We use songs to control our feelings, as our feelings control our own. Some songs tell stories, beautiful love stories to depressing deaths of our loved ones. The emotion she put in my story, however, feels like a mix in between everything.

_What was once a beautiful harmony, sung together by two birds who would die for a simple touch of the other, is now a heartwrenching song that repeats over and over again in your head as if it’s masochism is enlighten at your demise. It rubs it in your face and leaves a sticky feeling inside that seems like it’s two hundred pounds heavy._

But the harmony stays the same, unfortunately. The melody, the rhythm, even the stray backing vocals during the chorus. Everything. Reminds me. Of her. The sticky feeling inside of my body infects every one of my living cells and scrapes them against the wall of my heart, as I scrape my feet across the street that she lives on.

_This is the moment. This is the moment where the listener holds their breath, awaiting for the next beat. This is the pre-chorus. This is it._

But when I walk up to the front door, I don’t know why I stop.

_The listener has just heard the chorus, thinking it was the end of it, but the bridge reminds them of why their here in the first place. _

All the memories start to flood my head again, flooding my lungs and my chest as I sink towards the floor. It seems as if she just slammed a door into my heart, but instead she opens it and saw me laying in front of her. She didn’t even say anything as she took my limp body and sat me on the couch.

_The last verse. _

_After the experience of the chorus and the bridge, the listener listens to the same verse for the last time, but now portrays it with a different perspective. _

She was my dark. But now she’s the light. The confusion hit my body before it hit my mind so I try to drift off to sleep to ease the emotions.

_Sometimes, the artist would leave a raw message at the end, and usually it directs personally to their fans. But I just never would have thought the personal touch would have such a sting. _

"I knew you would come back. You can’t escape me."