“Dramatic Teen Monologue”

It’s over

It really is

It’s time for the two of us to say goodbye

Why?

Because you’re afraid of roller coasters

Scared to death of them

You say your head will be crushed by some piece of metal, or you’ll slip and fall out, or look at how many screws there are; one or two of them must be loose

And before I can explain that there are a lot of screws just for that reason, you’re already talking about how you can’t stand the idea of lying dead, broken-necked, on the floor of some filthy tourist trap

But you’ll do heroin

Are you not afraid of lying dead in some alley with a needle in your arm or having seizures on some dirty sidewalk with your friends too stupid or wasted or afraid to call 9-1-1?

No, you’re not

Why?

Cause you’re a real selfish idiot, that’s why

You won’t even ride the little one on Santa Monica Pier with me

“Honor, please don’t make me,” you plead

And I laugh, and we kiss with the smell of the sea and a thousand tourists in our noses

And your lips taste like Marlboro Blacks and a strawberry funnel cake

And I loved that day

I loved your lips, I loved the chicken pox scar over your left eyebrow, I loved the rings under your eyes, I loved your clammy hands holding my shoulder blades under my shirt, I loved how your voice cracked at the prospect of roller coasters

I loved you

But now I’m going to go ride roller coasters, lots of them, without you

“Dramatic Teen Monologue” (2014) @ YouTube.com

Feb 2025

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