You

You.
Fuck you.
I mean, love you.
Need you.
Miss you.
 
Whoever said
that leaving
left only a hole
is a liar.
 
You weren’t
a ball of now
wrapped up
in a corner
of my heart.
 
No.
You were forever,
sewn into the
very lining.
 
Part of you
was what kept me
together.
Kept me sane.
Kept me strong.
 
Loving you
made me feel
invincible.
Like I could
leap from the
tops of fucking
mountains.
 
And when you left.
You didn’t leave
just a hole.
You ripped me
open at the
seams.
 
Thread still intact
so you could
weave yourself
into another.