Who the Hell Knows

Who the Hell Knows

A Poem by Devan McKinley

The radio is littered with songs about love.

Broken hearts, what it could be or what it was.

And I'm just trying to get myself to work.

But every station makes the ghost of our past lurk.


I'm so tired of hiding in my bed.

Trying to erase all the words that you've ever said.

Over five years of memories are stored.

It never becomes easier to be ignored.


I was nervous to talk to you in the halls.

Then the bell would ring and we'd try to find a way to stall.

Finally on the way home we shared a seat.

Too many butterflies to even make our eyes meet.


We shared our schedules and always found a way to cross paths.

Same bathroom breaks in English, History and Math.

The whole school knew there was a you and me.

And when I got my license, man we really felt free.


I'd pick you up in the morning on the way to town,

Head to the parking lot and just turn the car around.

When we made it back your mom would be at gone,

And we held each other all day long.


Senior year came and it swung with both fists.

If anxiety came, you were just down the hall with a kiss.

You helped pull me up from a very broken state.

Hand in hand we were able to graduate.


I almost lost you when the truck crashed that winter night.

Really made me feel the meaning of the word fright.

But I wish you knew how I felt inside,

When you wouldn't come home from a night with the guys.


I wish we didn't feel the need to attract those other people.

That having each other would just keep it equal.

Why'd you ask me if I'd ever wear a diamond ring,

If you never even intended to make it a thing.


We took a ride down an empty highway at night.

Opened up about how everything just felt right.

We discussed names of the kids that we'd create.

About the house we'd build and it was all great.


To this day you still won't give me an answer.

Can't tell my it only took one day to become disaster.

I might send this to you even though were through.

But I have a feeling you'll probably just ignore this too.

© 2017 Devan McKinley


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Devan McKinley
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