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December 19, 2014
It does not matter what
I say to you
when you bring
down the pain
and hug it
like a newborn
needing to relive
every spiteful word
she said
by
taking down
picture frames
to create new ones.
It does not matter
how I see it
because my green eyes
ignite you.
I feel your
sadness now
when you ache
empathy
encompasses me
that’s how I’m made
with loyalty and heartache
with knowledge
and truth.
I can see through
screens
cracked mirrors
I can write in your mind
trace your body’s shape
on top of mine.
I let you in now
it’s too late
to change fate
anyhow.
I can feel the walls
caving in
and I
can let you be
but, mon amour,
know that
no matter the state
you’re in
I can handle
you.
Christina Strigas
Comments:
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🙂 just some late night thoughts…
Thank you.
I thoroughly enjoy your work! <3 – Jen x
Thank you Jen, likewise!!!
Ah! 🙂
Yes, deep sighs of ah!
I like the honest tone of this poem. A amazing poem.
Thank you. Humbled.
I’m honored. My pleasure to read your words.
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“The air I breathe in a room empty of you is unhealthy.” John Keats
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thanks George. I will say it again: you’re the best! Tell your family xx lol
It will like you…
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Lovely, and I do prefer the single line spacing.
thank you – as it should be – you are too kind x