Fall apart

What I hate the most

Christina Strigas

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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5 comments

  1. Erika Kind · July 22, 2015

    Having a pen is like having a magic wand…

    Liked by 2 people

  2. megdekorne · July 23, 2015

    I’m glad you live here , dear Chrissy , with all of us … you stretch my mind , my body , my spirit ….thankyou for your loving gift , so much !

    Liked by 1 person

    • Chrissy · July 23, 2015

      so grateful to have met you gorgeous Meg. you also lift my spirit with your touching words and love.

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