Sixteen

by Chelsey   Jan 2, 2013


You were nothing short of wonderful with your blue eyes,
crooked smile, and penniless pockets. You had nothing
to show for yourself, nothing to gain, just a poor boy whose
life revolved around sadness and desperation.

I remember your world, I remember it well.
It was me.

You started living at sixteen when our hands cupped for
the first time. When your lips made love to mine.
When I wrapped myself around your ring finger
anticipating forever.

I can't help but chuckle. We were so innocent.
You rode your bike to my house and when I heard
those brakes squeal and that kick stand pop
nothing sounded sweeter than your arrival.

We rocked on a double seated swing,
we snuck you in because saying goodnight
was not an option. We didn't live the way
we were raised but that's what love does.

Love steals your behavior and naturally,
you give all you have to the thief.

I promised myself I wouldn't write about you.
I once believed you weren't worth my poetry.
I was mistaken.

You never lost your worth, you just lost your way
for a while.

I want so badly to find you, but I can't forget
what happened. I can't forget...

we aren't sixteen anymore.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    The journey I feel while reading this poem is amazing...all your thoughts and past and present self really look back on this time, not regretting but thinking about change. Wow. Really well-penned and something I can pick up wisdom for. I know you shared this quote on your status, and it is the one that speaks to me the most too!

    "Love steals your behavior and naturally, you give all you have to the thief."

    Reading your poem made me think that when you were sixteen and so innocent, love means this to you, you see him a certain way, but perceptions can shift too.

    Thoughtful piece, loved reading this! And you should get started on your novel :] I totally give even more respect for a novel- I've written some short stories but I still have a desire to become dedicated enough to stay with an idea long enough, and develop it.

    Beautiful piece <3

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    OMG Chelsey, this was full of emotion, it was desperation, while you were talking of his, I could feel yours...the story you told was of a love that was so strong, that age may have broke, that circumstance may have made it take a different route and the destination is now and time has made you see things differently,

    The power and conviction of this piece was strong, and I enjoyed reading this.

    Love is a direction that we all follow, with different consequences, and who knows what time can do, what it can change, heal, understand.

    Awesome

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