Memoirs Of A Teenage Heart

Thin strings will hold you up, just stick with it darling

Thin strings will hold you up, just stick with it darling

Listen to me.

Life is full of missed opportunities.

Forsaken chances, second glances,

uncertainties upon uncertainties.

You’ll grow tired of this eventually.

It’s a good thing, I promise.

Because you’ll kiss someone

on the pavement,

and you’ll hold an ace of spades

coupled with a queen

in a game of black-jack,

and the shot of whiskey won’t bite

at the precipice of your lips.

It’s a good feeling, I promise,

to give in to your heart.

To take the loss and carry it

as a tally mark of pride.

Don’t let humanity hold you back

or construct you into a piece

of a broken down, worn-out puzzle.

I promise you there’s more to life

than the one you are living in, now.

Take the words of a careless poet.

Life’s a bitch,

so you might as well

make it your bitch.