“TRAPPED” by Brooke W.

A girl

Two words

Simple loathing

Careless seething

I cannot say that I relate to this girl in any way

I do not claim to be partially affiliated

I deny any element that would make you assume that I am this person

except that,

I am, inevitably

He came into my life

I would give it all back

It wasn’t worth it

If there was a way that I could break open my chest and show him the damage he’d caused,

I wouldn’t.

He wouldn’t care.

Like a puppet dancing across stage

He’d play the part

Of caring

But I’d see right through the mask he wore

Instead
I’d keep all emotions closed up

Boiling, toiling, troubling inside my upper torso

While Instinct only betrays my wit

Where he only makes me feel inferior

But yet, he manages to make me feel as though I am the only girl in the whole universe.

A girl

Whose hands fit perfectly intertwined with his

A girl

Who got lost in his smile

Got buried in those eyes

Melted under his touch

Carelessly giving him everything

That wasn’t his

A girl

With an already fragile interior

I thought things could be perfect

They could have been

But once distance overtook all triumph

He injudiciously intermingled her into the story.

Her.

I cannot claim to feel any admiration toward this other one

Not in the slightest.

She was waiting with her mousetrap fingers

And lasso’d tongue

He fell into her spiny trap

While haphazardly stringing me along

AND SHE WASN’T THE ONLY ONE

Unlucky number seven

Seven other girls

I would make eight

If I were to ever claim affiliation

Which I don’t

And I won’t

Ever

You can see that I was not doing okay

We all probably weren’t doing okay

I didn’t believe in love and I vowed to never understand it

It lasted far too long

But a vow easily broken

Shatters underneath my crippled knees

I slowly stand up from them

And shout to the world

I AM ALIVE

I AM WHOLE AND PURE

I can see the light

Dimly, but still

Fragility takes some time to grow back

What’s left of its frayed exterior