Follow Up Poem

To the one I wrote a while back

about our trip where tears

wrecked the drive as you threw

words at me like darts.

I meant to keep quiet

but I can’t bite my own tongue

I have to tell you how roller coaster rides

are not my thing, how being alone with me

is a dreamy fantasy.

Real life is such a drag

and time ticks the loudest

when you have to leave me

the slowest when you kiss my cheeks.

I cherish moments

like seashells

pluck them out for warmth

on a cold spring Montreal morning

when I am searching out the best

cafe latte and Olympico still has a lineup

so I undo my button

to meet you

but boobs are overrated these days

even natural ones

and legs are only sexy

when you can touch them

and tiny walls are only holding me up

when I am lonely.

I met my maker

in the bathroom

and locked myself in

on purpose.

I get nervous when I see you

and I can’t hide my feelings


I am not a good liar

at all

I don’t have a poker face


frankly, I give such a damn

about you

it scares me.



  1. lynn__ · April 29, 2016

    “I can’t bite my own tongue” either 😉 Enjoyed this follow-up poem, Chrissy.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Chrissy · June 20, 2016

    Reblogged this on Christina Strigas .


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    • Chrissy · August 17, 2016

      in my poetry book “In My Own Flood”


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