You've got something to behold'
I never thought that I'd be worth anything more than my gender, more than the sum of my body parts. Nothing more than the quiet girl in the front with all the answers.
No one would ever see the poems written in my skin, never hear the dynamics of my voice. Its crescendos, its downfalls in all the pivotal moments. My point emphasizing staccatos, or the legatos of my ballads.
They'd never feel the way lighting strikes me when I recite them, the way they rush through my skin and burst out in a swirl of wonder and color, the way I'd tremble afterwards. the way that the lightning supercharged my words bringing them to life
But he, he was the best of all my poems
He was a confusing drug, pleasant and wonderful, yet deceitful and disorienting. His charming smile and slow, gentle laugh, the way he could make me feel safe again. Yet I knew, if I let myself get distracted, if I thought about anything other than my task, my whole world, everything I'd worked so hard for, would crumble at my feet. There's two types of people in this world, there's people like him, beautiful and carefree and then there's me, the burdened. The ones faced with the ultimatums and impossible decisions. And it was all just a jumble of opportunities and choices, those dreadful, dreadful choices.
Either way I won. Either way I lost.
In the end I could still remember everything with a vivid clearness to it, almost as if it had happened just a moment ago. But i guess that's what life really is, a vague flash of beauty before your eyes and then it's gone. Hours, days, months, years, a lifetime blurred into one, but him, him I never forgot; he never blurred or withered from my memory. Like a rose stuck in eternal bloom, he was just there, perfectly preserved in my mind; and that's what kept me going... until the day it didn't.
Our love was an ember afire, we burnt down forests. We were the calm before a hurricane, the unnerving quiet that creeps into your ears and seeps into your bones before the deafening sound of the rain assaulting everything that you love.
And the tragic part about it all is that deep down I always knew, just like i always knew that I loved him.
but, first, let me tell you how it all began.
Let me tell you everything.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Fire
Teen FictionWhat would you do if everything that you loved and everything that brought stability to your life was suddenly wrenched away from you while you could only helplessly watch? How would you survive a loss that huge? How would you refill that gaping ho...
