Pouring

When it rains, it f****n pours...

The puzzle that is my heart isn't missing a piece,

It's on f****n fire, gone forever.

As the reality seeps into the skin,

I begin to understand that you aren't leaving,

You already left.

Suitcase, mind, soul, love

All left behind in the backyard,

All alongside the dog you buried last year. 

Was I too needy?

Too young? Too old for you?

Did you hate us?

Whatever it was, I was dead.

17 years old girl, 10 year old whiskey

New pain, old knife

Desperation, confusion, pain in the soul

Blood, tears, and napkin pieces in my skin

A void that would later be filled with the words

"I'm sorry, and I love you."

Has it been filled though?

Author's Note

A poem that I have been afraid to share because of the truth behind it. But now, I can share it..finally.

Reviews

[Emrick]

No its not filled.
This is very sad. .but i guess everything happens with a reason.maybe he was an obstacle to achieving your goals,maybe he was to be bring you trauma in the future.you never know.always keep it positive.

[Chris]

A very strong write... anger, hurt, and and a path's beginning.

[Babe Roxx]

I agree, when it rains, it EFFIN pours.

Ah, the conundrum of relationships...I weathered a few, and I continue to weather some more...then Pee Wee Herman comes to mind, from his movie Big Adventure..."I'm a loner, Dottie, a Rebel" lol, or something to that effect, and all is good in the world lol jk. I wish there was an easy anecdote for the break up blues...but there isn't except: Time Heals All. :)

[Humor Me]

deep meaning and i found it wicked at the same time