Do not want

Do not want to draw a dot to dot of my creativity.
How I get inspiration from a song
a poet
a beat

or your torrid romance.

Others love this finger-pointing obsession for
deconstruction

Not me. I always mocked at it in university and the erudite professors coming onto me.

Let me breathe again
you have made me weak
lost in a storm

my fingers are aching from writing
and typing the feelings
and
not the reasons
why and how you do this to me

You create a force
that pulls me to your street
in the pouring rain

All the writing about writing,
on writing
makes my lids heavy
my bed beckons me
to sleep or not to sleep

I read a novel and turn the pages over
at the parts
that signify the essence
of breathing
at the parts
I feel you closer to me

You are in my body, tearing me apart.

You know exactly what I mean.
It’s fuckin’ scary.

About Chrissy

I'm a Montreal, Greek-Canadian teacher & author. Sometimes I'm all of these, sometimes I'm none of these. Music is my life. Art is my life. Reading is my life. My children are my life. My husband is my life. I have self-published three books: Althia's Awakening, Althia's Calling and Althia's Journey along with Zaharoula Sarakinis; based on her life as a spiritualist. My manuscript was recently accepted by Muse it Up Publishing for Fall 2014; a paranormal romance with a love triangle. My wordpress blog explores some vampire romance, my recent obsession, and of course an abundance of poetry for the soul. Writing is a journey that never ends! View all posts by Chrissy

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