The worst part
Was calling out for you
In the longest summer nights,
The loneliest echoes,
The saddest sounds.
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
The worst part
Was calling out for you
In the longest summer nights,
The loneliest echoes,
The saddest sounds.
Your eyes rested
Fixed on my scars
While my heart lay bare
Before you.
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artwork by Joe Curtin
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Your touch echoes
Through my body;
Fitting,
A slow sad song,
As the walls come tumbling in.
I have learned
That when you change
For love
Love changes you
In all the wrong ways.
Give back the pieces
Of me
You broke
And I will show you
That some wounds
Heal stronger.
I move forward
And leave my emotions
Behind;
My soul in two,
I am numb.
Your words
Were the saddest poetry;
A past manifested in present
Of love
Always leaving.