Crestfallen
a not love poem by author-poet teshelle combs
By Teshelle CombsPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read
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You want me like
The sea owns the shore.
Twist me up in the curl of you--
Turn me in your tossing,
Pull me with your crowning--
Until you are through,
No more me than you.
Spit me out, then.
Call it deposit paid.
Call it uneven trade.
I will settle to the bottom,
My bits rearranged,
Different but I am the same.
What can you say?
What have you done?
We are made too apart
To become like one.
A moment, a touch
But no holding on.
And I cannot fault the way
A good tide feels
When it finally lets go.
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About the Creator
Teshelle Combs
Author, poet, painter, songwriter. Currently lives in CO. Author of poetry series Love Bad and For. Author of YA fantasy series Core and the System.
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Insta: @TeshelleCombs
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