I need a voice recorder
I need a voice recorder because
My hand can’t keep up
With these repetitive thoughts
There are post-it notes littering my wall
And the melody of some song in the background and
I’m afraid I’ll choke on the pen

But you are listening.

You are listening and the sound
Goes in one ear, out the other
Leaving messages with nerve cells for your brain
You will receive them
When you go back to check your voicemail

The grating beeping with your fake greeting
Is the only recording device I know
But I’m sorry I keep leaving you messages
That sound like someone else on the playback

I’m sorry I’ve been leaving you messages at all.

But these thoughts don’t stop
Like fireflies in august
When I inhabited another body than this one
And I apologize for my misleading actions
So many notebooks and pens
For a girl who can’t put down her thoughts

And you probably think me crazy
But this apology isn’t just for you
I just have some things to get off my chest
That are too hard to write down