Extinguisher
When I was 19 years old
I collapsed on my twin size collegiate bed
With my head in my hands
And I sobbed
Because for the first time in my shallow existence
My carefully curated victim complex was shattered
And I realized
I
Was not a good person
Cross my heart and hope to die
Because I chose to screw my face in a permanent sneer at anyone who dared to get to close for my comfort zone
I wore my pain like armor
Without realizing
...that
was heavy ...
And the walls I put up became my isolation chamber
And in a crowd of friends I was alone
Pity party for 1
And we can pit past against past
And play the world's longest game of
Who had it worse
And I though I was self-assured the gold medal in one-up-manship
But I was just smothering daisies
Trying desperately to grow in the black tar cracks in my heart
Running from sunshine
Still believing I'd find someone to be my light in the darkness I loved
As though it wasn't horrendously selfish
To expect my poor unfortunate soulmate to be the crutch I was hell bound to crush
As though I could keep extinguishing the lights of others because I wanted my nights blackest black
Because life's colors hurt my eyes
Because the pain was comfortable when it was bottled up and binge drank like moonshine
I had become the world's best extinguisher
Sour-faced joy-sucker
Begging for a light in my darkness
Then snuffing it out again and again
Always expecting someone else to
Re-light it
And I'm here selling my soul to this microphone because I know I'm not the only professional extinguisher
And it takes one to know one
So if you find yourself
On a twin-sized bed with your head in your hands sobbing
Know
That dark
will always lead to dawn
And you can learn to love yourself with the lights on
Copyright © Kc Kennings | Year Posted 2021
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