and i thought i’d felt for him the most. yet, somehow, when the letters and words and lines came out, they came out not... not fiercely eloquent, nor eloquently fierce, as i had hoped, but clunky. awkward. i guess it makes sense; it’s the way he made me feel. he was always too much. meant to shine in the same way i was meant to blend into the darkness.
but it was frustrating, to say the least. line after line crossed out, imprisonment for forgoing their one duty of expressing my abhorrence for this boy. the absolute resentment for making me feel as he did, and then making me feel again in another way, and then another and another and another.
because how dare he. how dare he make me feel this way and then look away a moment later like it meant nothing. how dare he ruin me and not inflict the same ruination upon himself. it’s unfair it’s unfair it’s unfair it’s unfair it’s un and the lines. the lines were not doing their due diligence and the frustration was too much. i was begging them to only. only share a little of the pain i felt. take some of the burden off of my shoulders. yet take my burden they wouldn’t. in the end, every line was imprisoned then lost then forgotten. and i was Atlas and i was alone. but. the lines loved the girl. and it was all very strange because the girl i did not feel strongly for, only admired a little. was even a little jealous of. yet the lines wrapped their ends and curves around the girl warmly, saying yes. i will take this one. i will pillage your mind of every instance of her and translate them all to beautiful, beautiful poetry. this girl that you do not feel strongly for, only admired a little. was even a little jealous of. because her brilliance will take her far, far away from you. and you will only have this wonderful little poem to remember her by.
i let the lines do as they will.
JenniferYang is currently a senior in high school. In her free time, she enjoys writing, playing with her dog, making spam musubi, and composing music.