Fall apart

I’m holding on

only to

fall apart

over and over

until all

my limits

are made

into poetry.

Until all my body parts

turn into your leaves

of grass.

This is my sanctuary.

How I love your roots

that pull my gravity

toward your earth.

All the steps

to your street

are silent.

You know how

to hurt me

with no dirt.

I sent you my love

in a sealed package

you ripped through me

instead of opening me

up gently.

Who cares where i live?

My middle-aged craze

I have never changed

I have always been in crisis.

i flushed my cigarettes

broke all the bottles

all I have

is this pen

and paper.

Most of the time

it’s all I need.

other times

it’s what

I hate the most.

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10 comments

  1. Eric Syrdal · July 4, 2015

    The things we do for Love. ♡♡♡ Love this, Christina!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. BrokenBridge · July 4, 2015

    ❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  3. thegirlshewas · July 5, 2015

    Reblogged this on thegirlshewas.

    Like

  4. breathwords · July 8, 2015

    Absolutely beautiful!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Chrissy · July 22, 2015

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas and commented:

    What I hate the most

    Like

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