this is about how you fixed a day with a chord.

you put a voicebox in me, tightened the strings, and pushed it til i swear i almost broke.

dragged the notes out of me until i was

solid

strong

i can do without breathing

now.

with a touch of piano keys

you gave me a chance

to be your leading lady, your goldtone girl, your spotlight star.

you painted me my very own harmony

painted me a path

& i won't lie to you, i did not

follow it.

i became a writer

instead.

but i'll still hit the high notes,

and i'll still be your alto baby

and i'm wishing to be your goldtone girl,

and i crave spotlight on my cheekbones,

but i'm not your leadying lady baby,

not anymore.

because that day, those days

that i came in crying and alone, breathless, voiceless

you just touched the keys

knew

the music couldn't save me but

the lyrics could

and i think you

understood.

but don't worry

i'm the painter with the words now

you write my melody and i'll

write your lyrics.

you can't

have one without the other.