So She Said
  • So She Said
  • Poetry
  • Art
  • About Tennessee
  • Contact

You

10/1/2015

0 Comments

 
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.

0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Picture

    Tennessee  Martin
    

     is a writer, artist and human/animal rights activist based in Echo Park- Los Angeles, CA. The Stephens College graduate loves poetry, camping with her rowdy friends and tequila of many varieties. 

    Archives

    April 2017
    September 2016
    May 2016
    April 2016
    March 2016
    February 2016
    January 2016
    December 2015
    November 2015
    October 2015
    September 2015
    August 2015
    July 2015
    June 2015
    May 2015

    Categories

    All

    RSS Feed

Proudly powered by Weebly
  • So She Said
  • Poetry
  • Art
  • About Tennessee
  • Contact