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chrissy who Jan 2017
Sometimes you fall for the wrong person
At the wrong time
In the wrong place.
Sometimes it's an infatuation and so
It doesn't really matter.
But sometimes those people
At those times
In those places
Are the ones that save you from yourself,
And that's why they're so important.

While I do not know how to live without loving you
I've learned to live without that kind of love.
chrissy who Jan 2017
I've always said you were my sun
And I stand by that,
Ves como nada puede tocar el sol?
So I always wondered how I,
Your lowly earth,
Could have done so much damage.
And that's when I realized
I'm not earth.
I never have been.
My soul has always been a fire's greatest enemy
Fluid.
Capable of drenching you to the bone.
I don't know how I missed it
You can even see it in my eyes
My soul flows like the blood in my veins
Like rivers through the country side
Like the water from the firefighters' hose.

Always moving
Always adapting
Slowly changing those things with which it has
The most contact.
chrissy who Jan 2017
It's excruciatingly hard to tell
If I smile less now because
I'm always focused on trying to
Understand this new language,
Your language,
And this is my concentration face,
The face you used to love,
Or if I smile less now
Because learning this language
Your language,
Reminds me constantly
That I no longer have you.
chrissy who Dec 2016
Does she make you happy?
Can she make you laugh?
Was it that easy to forget?

Does she treat you like a queen?
Does she kiss you when you smile?
Was I that easy to forget?

In the midst of the broken promises
And the forgotten agreements
I guess I just want to know,
Are you happy with her?
chrissy who Sep 2016
Why is it so hard
Not to love you?
chrissy who Sep 2016
I'm so done
I say as I continue
Thinking about her weekly
Daily
Hourly.
Thinking of gifts to buy her during my travels
Looking through pictures.
I secretly love the pain that shoots through me with every
Swipe of the finger.
I think I deserve it.
chrissy who Jun 2016
And then she's back
And she's there and it's normal and you're
Talking and you can breathe again and
The world has colour again and
Music makes sense again and then
You have to remind yourself that
It's not.
There's nothing normal about this and
She isn't yours
Anymore.
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