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Silhouettes

January 10, 2017
By McKennaChristine BRONZE, Eau Claire, Wisconsin
McKennaChristine BRONZE, Eau Claire, Wisconsin
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I'm not me without you
But maybe I should’ve learned how to be before you got inside and let me rot like waste
And maybe the fire in your eyes went out first
But you took my light away long before I ever noticed
The one thing i can never forgive you for
Is turning me into the earth-shattering and recklessly oblivious person I always wanted to be
And then thieving it all away once you got bored

Who gets bored of being told they’re someone’s god-send
Who gets bored of someone asking every day how every day is
Who gets bored of a young girl with fire and embers in her eyes with an edge to match
Who gets bored of skin on skin connection with heart beats in-time

You cut and singed away the best parts of me away when you got bored
When I begged for fairness and a second chance you weren’t willing to give
Because things got “old” and “tired”
And you said I made you feel old and tired in our immortalized youth

I don’t know how you got bored because you said it wasn’t me
    They always say it wasn’t me
I don’t know what I did so unforgivably wrong
    They always say I did everything right
I don’t know when my endless love and devotion wasn’t enough anymore
    Because just yesterday you were saying it back with a warmth that melted my soul like                                                                                                                               honey in tea
I don’t know when you were done
    But now you are
    And now we are
                   
And I’m alone
Bleeding out on linoleum floor

Sinking into a comfortable ache
Tracing your face with jagged pieces of me that are dripping with thoughts of you
A poor silhouette of who i was when we were in love
When i was enough and you thought so too
When I still had fire in my eyes and a bite to my smile
When I was me and you were you
And we were us
And us was enough


The author's comments:

This piece is exactly what it seems like it's about; a broken heart in a broken body with a broken mind. It's exactly who it might seem about; A boy who knew how to play the game. It's exactly how I feel; A little messy and confused, a little irreparable and a little sad. It's exactly how I wanted it to be; Not perfect. Because nothing is perfect, not in this reality. There's more to read inbetween the lines if you look, not just another teenager's poem about a boy who wasn't worth it. Read the cracks and holes left in a heart by a person who patched those cracks and holes up only to rip them off and let blood flow out of old wounds.

This isn't hopeful or praying for a good day, it's honest and knowing that there aren't many good days right now. I'm trying to be honest, and I hope people understand the brutality of honesty. I'm trying to show the silhouette of my pain, because I can't yet find the strength to describe it.


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on Apr. 2 2019 at 8:56 pm
McKennaChristine BRONZE, Eau Claire, Wisconsin
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@laina1415
I haven't been on my Teen Ink account in years and never thought anyone saw my work!
Thank you so much for commenting, I'm smiling right now!

on May. 25 2017 at 10:56 am
laina1415 SILVER, Lafayette, New York
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This is amazing! Im in love with your work!