flawed souls

three

her

he has a matty healy kind of voice
that melts out any other noise in my head,

and i hear his parents shouting at him to stop
he continues playing, louder

he turns his head and looks straight at the window,
"do you like it?" he says, stopping.

shocked, i nod.

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him

my parents never were ones to appreciate my music,
they want me to become some kind of engineer
fuck that, i want to sing.

my neighbor is looking at me, attempting to be discreet
she is enjoying the music, thank God.
i get up, and tell her to take the guitar

she blushes and becomes mute as she takes it.
i get on the very side of the window and jump,
holding onto the piece of metal above her window

she shrieks and gets back, shouting: "are you trying to kill yourself?"
I get inside her room and quietly sit by the window,
"guitar." i demand. she obliges, her hands are shaking.

the precious instrument emits noise to my strums
and i start to sing.
my neighbor just observes me,
pulling onto the sleeves of her over sized sweater

she's stretching it, it annoys me.
but the look of contentment
on her face is worth it,
once i had gotten to the chorus