Another girl in the churn.

AMusings

It's unlikely you remember me,

Even though it's my blood you spilled.

It's improbable that I'm more than an anecdote,

A silly naive girl in your locker room chat. 

Just another lost in the churn,

While you tried to discover a soul,

A redeemable quality,

Something resembling a heart,

Unsuccessfully, given those mangled parts of you.

You'll never be whole, 

So you broke those barely formed. 

Leaving sharp edges and weary hearts.

You were empty,

So you filled up the spaces they offered,

With pieces of themselves,

Hollowed out and broken.

Served up like their failings and flaws.

There's too many for you to remember,

It's doubtful you ever will. 

Just one more girl in the churn,

Wishing that YOU were the one forgotten.

 

  • Author: Alyssa Willis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 30th, 2022 21:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: Another cog in the wheel, another name carved into a padlock on a bridge dipping under the weight of a thousand others just like it. Just the same story told a thousand times before by teen girls about the older guys who fed them lies. "You are really mature for your age." "You arent like other girls" and other similar lines. Ignorance isnt bliss, its a vulnerability you didnt know you had until you learn the reasons why you should have been more careful. It's an awful red pill to swallow. One more piece on the chess board with all the same dance moves played out a million times before, thinking their combination is something special. "And the world turns, and the misery churns." Serena Bowen.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 34
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments2

  • Hollow Enigma

    I am so sorry you were trapped and torn. but if I'm being honest at one point I was that asshole. Of course, I was never a conscious decision. I ruined my own life and blamed life itself. Then when help or something someone came into my life that curbed my loneliness I cut them and pulled them with my downward spiral then had the audacity and closed-mindedness to be angry at them. I hope I changed but who knows. Great poem keep writing.

    • AMusings

      Takes a lot for us to look in a mirror and really see ourselves. I'm glad that self-awareness led me to the truth that while he was trying to break me, I was still forming, so there was a chance to course correct and grow stronger. I pray you found some sort of equilibrium in the end, steady footing at any level is always better than the perpetual slide downwards.

      • Hollow Enigma

        I completely agree in and out. I will always wish I could hold their pain but, I know that the best thing I can do is to be better for them.

      • L. B. Mek

        'You'll never be whole,
        So you broke
        those barely formed.'
        Brilliant!
        stay Beautiful, stay Strong
        dear Poet
        thank you! for choosing to share

        • AMusings

          thanks 🙂



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