Teenage thrills

by codebllack

Mostly teenagers are writing poetry
Mostly the lovers who have learned loss
At a very young age
Mostly the children who have witnessed depravity
In the name of fairytale
Like the rose buds kissing the face of a cyclone
So you’d probably read about grief and sex in the newspaper poetry column
How their hearts shattered like glass bottom rocks
How their clothes were ripped, and how they liked it
Even before they knew what was it like to be abused
And how they regret not knowing the difference between violence and love

And you adults would think shallow of us

Are you thinking about how we destroyed ourselves for a teenage thrill
Or are you wonderstruck at how we unfolded the intricate with our toungues
How we romanticised what would’ve killed you and
Called it a poem