How do you move me?

How do you move me?

When the nudging has become tiresome-
how do you move me?
I've sat here for some time
waiting and listening to the music that drew me back to a time and place that was empty dead long ago for me.
Staring out windows in your house's general direction
thinking I should go for a walk and chance meeting you on the sidewalk that joined our after school walks together.

How do you move me
when the music brings me to more time and space than need be?
How do you move me
when I want nothing more than to leave?
How do you move me
while I'm sitting and praying to the lord that memory sound will leave.
Dry
voice and Jesus Mary Chain hearts.
and Keen on Boys in the background sounding just as dry and mellow paced.
If it were drugs this is how I would imagine them if I were to try.

Long paced words
this isn't an ode to you.
It's an ode to the feelings I had by the window
by the deadening tones
and solitude delight in loving feeling hurt
and feeling just as richieous.
Oh that sweet ole' misery love.

I want to go back to that moment,
when the song first started
and it was me asking how do you move me
why do you move me
where have you moved me
what have you moved in me
and when will I be moved again.

I think about that a lot these days.

When will I be moved again?
When will I be moved again?
When will I be moved again?

When will I be moved again?


When will I be moved again?


When will it be that I feel like that again?
Or am I searching for teenage dreams in an adult world
is it gone
or is love all in how it's in our heads?

Because I'll forget
loves pain
and bring back loves first pain
and I'll forget sight
so I can see again
and I'll forget spite
and living in sweet ignorance for you
and of you
and with you and your flaws that I'll forget too if you let me.

How do you move me?
How did you move me?
Did I move you, how?
How I move, did you?
How you did, I move.
Move you how, I did:
Now.

-Matthew Koutzun