What I Learned from High School

This is the prologue to a poem book I'm working on about my first love/relationship.

Prologue: The Lessons High School Taught Me.

It Repeats.

The moment I saw you I was in love

The moment I saw you I was strung.

Tied to your unbreakable bonds.

You don't even know they're there.

I was strung.

Wrapping around my wrists,

My ankles, my elbows, my knees,

My neck.

The thin string cutting through layers one, two, and three. One, two, three, one, two, three.

The hot liquid flowing from my throat draining me of life with each step you took.

Walking, dragging me behind.

Not bothering to look at me.

Not bothering to see the strings.

Not bothering to see the corpse behind.

Finally, I tugged.

You turned. I danced for you,

I wanted you to fix me.

Heal me from the damage you had done.

Fix me. Fix me. Fix me.

You fixed me.

But you wanted more.

You tugged the strings up.

Covering my mouth with my own hands,

Tricking me into silencing myself,

Using me for your own enjoyment.

I wanted to scream while you played with me

I'm not your toy. I’m not your toy.

These strings

Rot me into your toy.

You play how you like

With who you like.

I cry.

You pretend to care.

I repeat.

I was strung, strung by your love.

I try to calm my breaths.

One, two, three,

You not bothering to fix me

I'm not your toy.

It repeats.

Mother Nature

Wet. Sticky. Sap.
We grow, it fills us.

Sap fills our bodies,
Infecting us,
desperate to fill.

A girl lays in the dirt,
bugs, leaves, twigs in her hair.
Her limbs spread.

A boy thrusts his sap into her.
She cries tears of sap,
the sap coats her legs.

The woman wants to fight.
Her limbs are nailed to the ground.
Pierced through her skin, blood, and bones.
All she can do is die.
She is worth nothing but sap.