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Round 2.

January 4, 2015
By StevenSchwope BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
StevenSchwope BRONZE, San Antonio, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
My heart is a colored pencil, but my brain is an eraser.


She’s wonderful.
She’s more than most can handle.
She’s vandalized my heart.
But she’s the match to my candle,
You don’t even need a candle to see that we match.
She still sparks a flame every time I see her.

She comes with a sticker that says
“handle with caution:
valuables inside”
because her soul is in there,
all the darkness, all the passion.
believe me, she can fashion a knot out of my heart
and use it any way she pleases.
I reckon that she has that knot wrapped around her finger,
just like she has me.
And I like it like that.

When I give her my attention, I don’t have to pay a cent.
It’s been a year and I’m still trying to get back into the swing of things.
It doesn’t make sense, I know.
But how can I bring myself to get over her when she is still the only girl I see?

She’s got someone now, who doesn’t reciprocate her affection.
I’m constantly reaching out, but I only see myself in the reflection.
This two way mirror makes me wonder if she’s the same as before?
But even if she’s changed, that makes me want her more.

Feelings are subjective but this, indeed, is factual.
“You don’t give me butterflies, you give me pterodactyls.”
I sometimes feel the mark she left on me,
Whether it’s on my lips, or in my chest.
Or on my shoulder where after long saturdays she would rest.
I see her hand’s silhouette on mine, because without her’s mine feels bare.
And I dare to look there because it’s still hard for me not to stare.
But that’s because after all of this time, still, I care.



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