I went to bed last night
trying not to think about you
but I woke up with your laugh
ringing in my ears and
your smell on my pillow.
You haunt me in my dreams,
I am sorry I tried
to forget you....
Would you love me a little less
if these bruises didn’t bloom so easily
like purple roses under your palms?
Sometimes I think you just like
knowing how deeply you
could stain me if you
really wanted to....
I need a new alphabet,
one made out of slamming doors,
screeching tires peeling off into the night,
and beer bottles smashing against pavement.
You’re still waiting for me to tell you what
you want to hear, but my tongue is tied.
I have never been the kind of girl who
knows exactly w...
Our hearts collided at dangerous speeds
and mine was the only one that shattered.
The only science that could explain this is
that my heart was hurtling through space,
reckless and blind, desperately searching
for someone to revolve around, and your
heart was just floating along like a l...
I have always wished I was
more mysterious and demure,
but my face is an open book and
I laugh too loud to be pretty.
Every emotion I live moves
across my features like a portrait
in motion. You can count every heartbreak
I’ve had by the scars they all leave.
I think I am too alive...
You held your secrets down under
your tongue when you kissed me, and they
left such a smoky taste that I thought my mouth
was full of ash. I still wonder about the girl
who set fire to your lungs and left
you coughing up tar....
There is a constellation in your cinnamon freckles.
Your cheeks are tainted by the blush
that blossoms when you know you are being studied
until you look up to find you are alone
and the warmth returns to that pulsing chamber
where it is extinguished and reborn.
Perhaps the faintest melodies...
There will come a day
when the light will find you
and you will sigh no more.
I will be there in the fields of heaven,
gathering fistfuls of lavender for safekeeping.
Come find me.
I will wait....
It is not so much the setting of the sun or the promise of its return
that quiets my insecurities once night falls.
No, it is the glowing moon suspended in its forgiving brilliance.
Thank god the stars don’t judge us for what we do beneath them,
thank god they do not see the evil we commit und...
BEFORE
The girl stopped. Dazed, she ran a hand through her ash-blonde extensions and squinted up at the sun. A loud, frustrated wail erupted from her lips and her pudgy, orange hands balled into fists. Huffing, the girl shuffled forward and immediately fell face-first into the sand. Her tanned fr...
Her breath came quick
and her lungs pulled in sharp gasps
of frigid air that seemed to
to crack and splinter the cage of her ribs.
She did not know what she was running from,
nor where she would find herself,
but the pounding of her heart
pumping blood past her ears
was louder than rhyme o...
It must have seemed very strange to you
when you tried to cup the moonlight in your palms
only to find that the silver rays simply filtered through your fingers
and cast their radiance into the all the darkest corners
where the heavy sighs and heartaches waited....
Sometimes I think the universe must lie in every direction.
Sometimes I think I am only waiting for it to wash away this
black and white vision of mine and fill in the empty spaces.
I want to explode into a million hues and stain the world
with the violent intensity of my youth.
I want to sa...
She began to sway.
Lost in the music, she twirled,
trailing ribbons of light in the air after her –
they were filaments of her love,
quiet and iridescent....
The sails snap and billow on the same wind that
blows my hair into my eyes and steals the apology from my lips.
I wish to be pure and moon-driven
like the tide, who washes its kisses on distant shores
no matter how many times it is pushed away....
It’s the spaces left behind.
It’s the quiet parts, and this dark, empty stretch of sky.
It’s the climb, it’s the fall, the questions we don’t ask,
it’s the morning.
It’s the reason.
It’s the truth.
It’s this burning, white-hot fire,
this lump of yesterday in my throat th...
Fall is here.
The leaves are changing. My breath lingers in white puffs
before dissipating into crisp October,
this jacket I keep wearing every day is too thin
so the wind blows right through me
and I am thinking of you.
My lips are chapped and my nose runs.
Time runs, always moving, one ...
Early mornings, my father drove home from the hospital,
through fog’s austere and unforgiving grey,
with Duty draped carefully beside him and Caution prostrate in the back.
Chasing the chronic influences of lethargy and splintering fatigue from his heavy lids,
who else would brave the crests ...
You took me by surprise
with your glass marble eyes.
curly-cue tendrils and chubby dough fingers,
blueberry kisses from red raspberry lips,
sugar diamond tears for all of your fears,
mashed peas and carrots, and apple dumpling cheeks,
sweet baby’s breath whispers
and beddy-bye whimpers
tic...
That night, when you left?
I went home and pulled out one of my mother's old vinyls.
It was a little scratchy, but I played it,
as the world spun slowly, in the dark.
I grew old and wise lying there.
I was a lady who knew the blues.
That night?
I was Billie Holiday,
faraway eyes and dying li...
I know you need it, but you don’t deserve it
if you can’t remember why this is worth it.
When did I stop being enough?
Funny. I thought we were in love.
Can you even see the sky is blue?
Let me clean your glasses for you.
You say you’re cool, but you’re not seeing clearly
if you can...
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