My poetry is different
When I'm listening to music.
It's more
Disjointed
Different
Like there's a disease in my fingers
Causing me to type out these demons
Brought out by the music
That curls around my ears
Like a deadly dragon—
It is a toxic friend,
And my only.

My hands shake as I type.
My eyes see the world through a haze
Like oil and water
And as Halsey asks me who's in control
I know the answer—
It's the music,
It's the music and it's taking over my poetry,
And if my poetry is my mind,
Then the music is taking over my mind,
And the music
Is in control.