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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.

sad poetry
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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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