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Clumsy heart

You came into my life
As if your heart had studied at
A medical school for twelve years.
You remedied all of my broken soul;
You stitched up my cuts of loneliness;
You cured my virus of depression;
You reversed the irrevocable.

I was sick before you came, and I was on the
Brink of being called pauper, because I paid;
I paid with everything I had. I gave up my mind,
My body, and my soul to tests and evaluations, and
To doctors who couldn’t even cure me.

Then I met you:
Someone who was consumed by beauty,
And engulfed in perfection. You made my
Heart feel like an immature concert band attempting
To play a berceuse; the beats were all wrong,
But they were trying to fit into the normal six-eight
Time, delicacy and ease. My heart wore a name tag
That read “paradox.” It was stupid, because every time
I saw you; it thumped unevenly behind my rib cage,
But It was smart, smart beyond belief because it
Could easily detect an angel standing
In a crowd of humans. And when it found that
angel, I followed the beats all the way up to
you. I walked the Stairway to Heaven and my
hearts soundtrack was Led Zeppelin.

You stood before and I quickly
Imitated the happiest person in the
World.

I know, I know that it’s been a while since
The day I first met you and time
Will only bring us farther from that day,
But I swear to you, every time I see you,
My breath is snatched from behind my teeth,
Thrown back into my throat by your alluring beauty,
And it’s lost.

Before you, I felt like a puzzle piece,
Only to be found in the wrong puzzle.
Your love mopped up the slippery floor
Of depression so we’d no longer fall.
We wrapped our pinkys’ around each other’s
To seal a promise that would save us from the
Thieving hands of a razor.
Before you, I was a pencil sharpened at both
Ends, destined to make mistakes.
I was the after math of a sand castle
Built by the shore, because some days
The ocean only knows how to spit up tidal waves.
I was the definition of destruction.
I was the number far away from one on
The Richter scale after an earthquake.

My love and desire for you are as
Constant as the North star.
Giving in and giving up seems like a sin.
I know what I just said rang the bell
Of cliché. But my brain goes and goes,
Runs and runs, like a never ending roller-coaster,
Just trying to figure out a logical reason as to
Why I’m in love with you, but logic fails
to exist in love, love, well love is crazy.

So I might be a fool, and I may be a little
Mad. Lock me up in your heart and embrace me
In a stray jacket of a hug, because I will forever be crazy
As long as I’m in love with you.

I’ll always try to make sense of the
Things that just can’t make sense
Like: one plus three equaling five,
And why bees can’t do the jive;
The quadratic formula in reverse,
And why first loves can’t be rehearsed.

I’ll be your hopeless wonderer, getting lost
In your eyes and found in your future.
I’ll spend forever trying to put together
Your puzzle of a mind,
Even if the pieces don’t fit and I guess that’s when love is blind.
We can’t put prices on the priceless, and time on the timeless,
But I swear forever sounds like a good time
To put on our love.



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RainyMoodThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 2, 2013 at 11:01 pm
Again and again...beautiful beautiful
 
ElsaM said...
Sept. 15, 2013 at 1:30 am
Wow!!!! You obviously put a lot of effort into this. Please write more. :)
 
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