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    When I was young, my virginity was sacred. Entire religions pray over it and my father bought a gun so long as it meant protecting it. We throw away half of our refrigerator each week – meanwhile, 24,000 people die of starvation every day. Hardest part is, sometimes wasting things can't be helped.

    At the bus stop, before I could drive, boys would ask for my phone number while I tugged up the neck of my shirt. Asked me how old I was while I crossed my legs under my skirt. I told them I had a boyfriend even when it wasn't true, because they'll always respect another man more than my disinterest.

    Hearing "I love you" for the first time is like getting hit by a train and only feeling the angel as they pull you up to Heaven.

    People who are manic can jump off roofs or sell their house to buyers who don't exist. For me, it was fucking six guys in four days and spending $150 in three. That wasn't good enough, though, so instead of help all I got was a smiley-face sticker and long, quiet car ride home.

    Whenever I drink before class in the library now, the librarian thinks I don't notice her watching. "Give her some room," she said last year, when I nearly passed out right before the bell. "I know these bipolar kids, caffeine can trigger them." I always liked that – "trigger." Like stress is a detonator. Loud noises are gunpowder. Coffee is a bullet and we're just too fucking nuts to realize that we're a gun. Meanwhile, I don't drink caffeine, or even coffee. I drink hot chocolate. And seeing her silent terror every morning would almost be funny if it didn't hurt so much.

    Todd stopped speaking to me when we turned seventeen. After I told him that I didn't want kids. I never told him that I loved kids. Or that I was bipolar. Or that I loved them enough to never give one a twenty-five percent chance of living with the same mistakes as I have.

    To that boy from tenth grade who held doors open for me: no, asking me to "go off lithium for a while" so you could fuck me is not gentlemanly.

    Last year in Poetry, for the final assessment we wrote down our biggest secrets, put them in a box, and buried them out on the school lawn. Most of it was drugs and sex and betrayal going into the ground like a bad soap opera. But mine wasn't. Mine was that I hated poetry. Life is confusing already without trying to figure out what red leaves mean, or why Robert Frost took the road less travelled (or, if I take it, if it's too late to make any difference at all.)

    An administrator at my high school used to offer to walk me to the cafeteria every day. He'd beg me to stay calm when the strawberry Pop-Tarts ran out, until I finally punched him in the face. Because helping me does not require an asterisk. My boyfriend loving me is not a fetish. My flaws don't make me beautiful – they just make me flawed. Being crazy isn't a fucking fashion statement.

    Also, maybe I don't hate poetry. These days I'm starting to appreciate those red leaves and Robert Frost. Because I've still got miles to go before I sleep.
My language gets saltier when lithium is around, apparently.

Writing stories that are half-true took a lot longer than I thought. But I really do hate poetry. Kind of.

I'm not sure what's more offensive to be honest.
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red leaves and Robert Frost. by ~colbalt-rain ( Suggested by veddabredda and Featured by neurotype )
That1PersonYouForgot Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Wow, this took my breath away, wonderful job! :clap: I could feel all those bitter emotions. Just... Wow! :heart:
living-in-his-head Featured By Owner Oct 14, 2014
This is one of the most beautiful pieces I've ever read.
HollowSunsets Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2014
This is honestly one of the most powerful and compelling pieces of poetry I have ever read. I wish more people could read this. 
colbalt-rain Featured By Owner Apr 9, 2014   Writer
Thank you. :heart: It's definitely one of my favorites. 
Me2Smart4U Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2013  Student Digital Artist
WOW...The emotions within this poem is strong and very powerful. The contrast of this piece sets the mood for the whole poem for it engages me as the reader to deeply feel the true emotions expressed...I really enjoyed the creative flow of words and ideas painted.:headbang:
colbalt-rain Featured By Owner Jul 5, 2013   Writer
Thank you so much! :love:
Me2Smart4U Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2013  Student Digital Artist
most welcome:hug:
Cipher-Devy Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2013
I love your method of writing and especially how honest you are - you don't try to justify or sugar coat what you perceive as your flaws and that actually makes it feel more real and for some reason, flows nicer in my head; I'm sure this makes nooo sense but you get the idea of what I'm saying >.>
colbalt-rain Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2013   Writer
I do, and thank you. :hug: I'm glad you liked it.
AColorfulShadow Featured By Owner Jun 24, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I read this poem a while back and I'm glad I found it again. The effect is still the same. Your words are amazing.
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