In My Room- Frank Ocean

Hey y’all, I hope everyone is having a good week so far. I’m kinda meh. Just waiting for a change. I’m in the middle of a lot of things and I’ll be okay once they’re decided and settled. So this is short but I’ve been tinkering with the phrase what’s in a name. So I wrote something to one of my favorite artists period. Christopher Bereaux aka the love of my life Frank Ocean.

Name Me after Powerful Storms

What is in a name 

Besides.    Claim. 

What is that thing you call me

When you 

         Forget? 

Can I hear it again? 

What causes you to digest memories 

 So they never resurrect 

What is the name for forgetting? 

When you 

    Lose that, too. 

What is it about loss

    That Reminds you to ask me again.

Where it’s gone 

Where it’s going 

   As if I know where my name goes 

   When you clear your mind 

Maybe it’s swept into the corner 

Maybe it’s shoved in a bag under your bed 

We hide from storms but name them after our loved ones 

Or people who tumble wind through our rooms 

    Never closing the door when they go. 

What is in that name

 You give me 

When I am not yours 

But I have everything of yours. 

Let me            Hear

You say        Every        Syllable

As if I can take it all again. 

thanks y’all

ps. Feel free to comment below if you feel compelled to do so. Or just let me know how it sits with you.