Tiana Covington
Bio
I'm a University of Michigan Bridge Scholar with thousands of ideas and great stories to tell.
Stories (3/0)
How It Feels to Love Him
When I love someone, I feel like a rose in a bouquet of a variety of flowers. I feel special, I feel like the better of the bunch. It makes me feel like the entire bouquet was bought just so he could have me. He will put us in a vase that's beautiful and put something special in the water just so I can live on it. Then I begin to notice he doesn't admire me much. He always gently grazes the other flowers, but he has never even laid a finger upon my petals. Though I feel neglected and am wilting, I still love him anyway. I try to perk up when he comes around, but he still only smiles at the daisies or the lilies. I thought that maybe it was because my petals were too dark. A few of my petals begin to turn brown from the neglect, but I still love him anyway. After a week of not being what he admired, I begin to wilt even more and my petals fall off one by one. His smile was supposed to be my sunlight, but it never shined on me. Then he finally notices me, he finally picks me up! Even in my frail state, I love him because he is finally ready to shine his light upon me. I love him so much that my petals have turned black from holding on to my hopes; and when I expect sunshine, I get darkness. I finally found myself falling but not in love. I have fallen into this dark hole, my fallen petals falling with me, and the water that was once pure now drowns me in this dark sorrow. By the time he closes off the last bit of light I see, I realize that he didn't see me as a rose. He didn't see me as beautiful, as important. He saw me as an insignificant piece of trash and I was only there to watch him fall in love with other flowers.
By Tiana Covington6 years ago in Poets
The Known and the Unknown
It was a humid day in June when Luna Smithers decided she wanted to have ice cream with her boyfriend of one year, Luis Martinez, at his house. She pulled up to his house in her powder blue Corvette. She noticed that his car was the only one in the driveway, so his family must have recently left because they were there when she called. She took a breath and stepped out of the car, taking the tubs of ice cream out with her. As her black strappy sandals hit the ground, she got a feeling in her stomach. It felt like flutters, but not of butterflies, more like the rugged wings of moths who are searching for the light of day after years of darkness. She doesn't know why she had this bad feeling about being here since she is actually here often. She shakes it off, her long chocolate brown curls swinging right along with her head. She goes up to the red wooden door, with the seemingly menacing bull door knocker looking her directly into her eyes, and she texts Luis to come to the door.
By Tiana Covington6 years ago in Criminal