Tennessee burning 

I threw Tennessee in the fire and watched it burn. I thought of my Dad and the misery that accompanied him. You are my Dad. I wanted your undivided attention yet you were too busy in other women. I knew this. Your eyes and look of disgust of what you created shot across the room. I knew then you had no intention of me. A few weeks past and another heart break. Out of desperation you saved my digits. You knew I would take you in. You knew I would fall. You fell too…briefly. I couldn’t let go. You’re a wicked pill with sugar coating. I spit you. You will never digest me again.