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Burned Out

May 19, 2023
By Charlee_King BRONZE, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
Charlee_King BRONZE, Oshkosh, Wisconsin
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Love -

the true cause of change, 

Alike the sun, passionate whilst luring his planets 

Enticing the ignorant victims to choose submission. 


Dazzling in beauty,

He is beyond any comparison

Blazing his gaze outwards into space-

Shielding his desperation by faux glory

He extends a gracious gravitational pull 

In return, we direct all of our immolate attention towards him


Lustfull to the instability that burns bright within  

To feel a hand against his searing surface

Sometimes - 

He seems too intangible; hot

Yet the yearn for exclusive devotion sets in, 

forcing involuntary quakes,

demanding romantic relief.

lascivious outbursts demolish,

Surrendering my last bit of composure to his warmth

 

I had given into my impulse to appease him

An instant inheritance of mere servitude

Brought unto me from past planets who stayed in their place

Why?

This grueling mental warfare pressed me.


Only he could pull me in closer, 

peak my interest, and prey on my kind nature

Using every available opportunity and angle

Trapping me from pushing away.

He knew his magnitude made me merciless

I was his puppet-

no longer in control of my strings 

He could mold me into elaborate ceramics of his choosing 

Winding me around his finger; I am twisted and maimed solely for gratification 

The weight of his authority is lorded over me 


Soon I see rotations around me changing

For his benefit 

we conform to meet every endless demand 

Anguished while trying time, and time again

Adapting ourselves to his rising temperature.

achieved commands meant nothing.

He grew greedy for more.


Looking at myself was unrecognizable.

To be blackened by his fiery embers  

as a result of obedience.

The pinnacle of love

so

I convince myself that evolving to his unobtainable whims is the only way 

He would be my answer to this vast darkness that surrounds us all

Filling my loneliness with excessive spectacles of absurdity and self-loathing hatred

The haunting truths of love forces me to accept bleak realities-

an unremarkable eternity of revolving myself around a vain, distorted universe


The author's comments:

This is an extended metaphor comparing love to the Sun's orbit. 


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