Thayer had something on his mind the day after prom. It was an obsessing visual repeating over and over inside of his mind. He watched Amber carelessly dance with numerous men. It ate at the very core of his existence. The only reason he showed up to the scene was to ask her for a dance, but the minute he walks in….he sees her. He sees her dancing the night away without a care in the world.
Grabbing the notebook from his desk, he bit the tip of a pen. The rage built up inside him with each second that passed. He had to get this out. He had to let it go. He had to let her know how he felt. He wasn't going to read this in class. He was just going to write it in the notebook; not for Amber, but himself. The words came out of him so effortlessly. He wished they didn't. They only brought painful times with them.

My Beating Heart
You looked so beautiful standing there.

The sequence of your dress drenched in gasoline.

You danced around obliviously,

As your heels made of matches struck the floor.

I walked over to you, and you took my hand.

We circles around the embers in the room.

Red and orange burst of flame.

Falling...
...Falling
Scorned.

I dangled around what is left of my flesh in front of your mouth

Ignited by the gesture, you engulfed every last drop.

A satisfied look gleaming in your eyes

You began to gnaw on my bones.

With my last breath, I ripped open my chest cavity and retrieved my beating heart.

I want you to have it as a trophy

because you already had it...and you knew that

Didn't you?

He shut the notebook abruptly. He didn't want to think about her anymore tonight, though he knew it wasn't possible. She was in his every thought and desire. She consumed his very presence, and she didn't even know it. If she did, she didn't care.
With the thoughts still engulfing him, he reopened the notebook and flipped to his new poem and began to pen:

P.S. You're blind. You're ignorant…but most of all….you're beautiful.

He grabbed a black sharpie and marked out his newly written "P.S." and shoved the notebook into his backpack.
"Not today, Thayer." He said outloud as he walked into the kitchen to witness another fight in the Mangeres household.

Authors Note: Hey everyone! I really hope you enjoyed my first oneshot! I love the movie Teenage Dirtbag. It was so dark and beautiful. I just couldn't resist. I hope everyone enjoys my poem. (C) Jester-Dream. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! I can't wait to read the other Teenage Dirtbag fanfic!