Poetry&other awkward teenage moments

I post mostly normal teenage angst poems; unedited and horribly written. Sometimes I'll post a story about my day.It really is quite boring. It's not meant to be. Yet I don't have much to work off... but maybe someday I'll look back and laugh. So I can remember everything. Share some things. Work on others. and feel happiness. xo.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Rehearsal

Rehearsal was amazing... as usual
We did a ton of pantomime. We mimed: pushing walls, pulling ropes, walking against wind...
We also learned all these cool foot movements and warm-ups
Performed a few scenes
I love theatre. It's my life
This one guy was helping me.... he was really cute... and then he found out I was 14 and it got all awkward. Because he thought I was 17. He's an amazing actor and I found any excuse to look at him.
I'm not interested... he was just able to teach so much and I couldn't help but smile and get fidgety when I was near him. But it's whatever, of course he's just a teacher. I should have never crossed that line. It just kinda... sucked; you know? (Like having your heart wrenched out)

They pull your heart out
Leave it beating on the ground
Not even caring enough to squash it
or put it back in your chest
lying there, ready to be stepped on or reattached
They do not watch
You watch with a dull look, almost like watching a movie, as your heart bleeds
The carpet has a stain now
It won't be forgotten
But will he remember? What he did, consciously or not?
I hope he'll speak
Maybe look me in the eye?
Instead of moving to another side and assisting someone else
I always thought you had my back in this
I worked hard and you helped me figure every footstep out
What was I thinking
I never should have crossed that line
You should never have ripped out my heart
Neither of us were intentionally hurtful
We're just not perfect.
Chalk us up as misfits

Love love love your favorite listener,
Carly

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