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breaking into a thousand pieces
October 20, 2015
it’s not what you did it’s that you did it at all
how you dissected me into beautiful fragments
of my soul.
no one else could do it like that
you took the best parts of me
and showed them to myself.
all my self-doubt drowned
at least for a bit
until they resurface
when i’m naked in the bath.
you clutched all of me
with your tight grasp
and morning mantras.
how is it possible
to love like this?
to hate like this?
you will go one day
like everyone before you,
but for now
you can complete
the parts of me
that drowned.
Christina Strigas
Comments:
18
Beautiful Christina. Love is the hardest grip of all to break. <3
thank you Eric, it breaks you first x
Evocative poetry ….you share beauty along with Florence dear Chrissy …love , megxxx
i love her to death, thank you for the huge compliment Meg. xx hugs and love xxx kisses
I would fall to sleep with her music every night for the 5 months I was alone in Bulgaria ( tears on my face ) …hugs and hugs
I hear you xx hugs and more hugs
Wow, this is phenomenal writing. Beautiful, my friend. <3
Thank you my beautiful friend xx
I love that you show both the beautiful and dark sides of this life..:)
i’m so flattered, that means a lot to me. thank you x
You are most welcome.:)
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as is mine and here we are
Yes exactly. Your soul is so gorgeous- remember that. You shine and are such a rare treasure.
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Oh, that is amazing! Love sees far beneath the surface and reflects on the beautiful pieces!
Thank you Erika x
You are welcome, Chrissy!