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Feb 13 · 59
Growing pains
Kristine Feb 13
Your words warm my skin
your fingers strike my soul
as you would a match,

you light up the darkest corners of my mind
like how the breaking sunrise sets the sky on fire
my starless midnight turned to a blazing wildfire dawn
as I lay there looking up at you
I  realize to love you,
is to burn

if you are a wildfire,
then I am the sunken, hollow trees
welcoming the wildfire that is moving swiftly,
and dauntlessly through my raw heart

as you raged through me,
you burned a path

the air I breathed that was once dry,
is now entwined with the aroma of you
my mind once tangled by roots
is adorned by the gold hues
of the sunlight that now reaches me

you planted compassion in my veins
you sprouted warmth in my bones
you grew flowers in my soul
a wildfire burns to make room for new life to grow
you breathed life back into my tired soul
Feb 12 · 371
Writing a map
Kristine Feb 12
Whenever I feel lost

And the presence of you is nowhere to be found

All I have to do is write to find you again.
Jan 22 · 28
Words aren't enough
Kristine Jan 22
If someone were to ask me "describe falling in love", I would say

Falling in love starts with

Awkward silences that fill the room around you

Nervous gazes that are filled with curiosity

Conversations that turn into fingertips

and hands that warm my souls skin



It’s the feeling of the hard floor against your spine

And hands tangled in your hair

Eyes connecting for the first time

until you get lost

with no intention of finding your way back

Its the the feeling of lips grazing your ears

and wanting to drown in the

moans that flood the room




Falling in love is

Blankets on the floor

Tangled legs

kisses soft and gentle

until clothes end up getting lost somewhere

and the floor is burned into my back

Hips molding into mine

And your laugh that will always

vibrate across my lips



Falling in love

is the feeling of being in a bookstore

sitting across the table from you

and you told me to pick out a book

I want to reach over and whisper to you

We could go to every book store

And buy every book

And all of those pages and  words

could never encompass  

the feeling of being in love with you



It’s the feeling of late night car rides

and Christmas lights

As you pulled over

To watch me stare at the lights

you ask me to describe the

lights to you the way I see them

And I want to lean over and say

The lights do not hold the same

magic as being in this moment with you.



Falling in love is

the aroma of chocolate chip cookies

Friday nights curled on the couch that turn into

soft Saturday mornings,

forehead kisses and

finally having that morning coffee

with you in bed.



I realized I could never describe to someone

what falling in love is like

if I were to try and explain

what it was like to fall in love with you

I know that they would be heartbroken too.
Aug 2018 · 67
Tiny Cracks
Kristine Aug 2018
I fell in love with the tiny parts of you

The tiny feeling of warmth of your hands touching my back.

The tiny part of you that speaks the truth only when your words are slurred.

The small gestures you make to heal the wounds you made

The tiny park in your eyes, that looked at me in fleeting moments when I thought I was enough to keep that spark burning.

Resentment makes up the other whole, and the tiny sparks of you caulk everything together.

The caulk is dripping and cracking
I mistakenly spread those sparks and lit them on fire
to fill the empty cracks you left in me


Now the sparks have faded and I am left with only the cracked dried parts of what I thought was you.

Or maybe I am only left with the cracked parts of what you left of me.
Aug 2018 · 57
empty boxes
Kristine Aug 2018
The way they leave, tells you everything

The way your eyes filled with nothing
the words that fell from your lips have left splinters in my thoughts

The way you filled the empty boxes with things that were once ours.

You filled those boxes with empty words and promises

I come home to a place where there is no longer heart, but only hurt. I stare at the dusty wood floor, wishing that I could burn the squeaky boards that once held your footsteps.

My heart still sits in that apartment, covered in the filth of your own despair.

You came back as fast as you left. The words you spoke I unpacked and kept.

The words still fill my mind with quiet whispers
filling my head like a gas chamber
and I wait till I find you in that last puff of smoke

The way you left tells me everything
That I should of left those boxes packed.
Aug 2018 · 950
roots
Kristine Aug 2018
Anxiety,

you play your gentle fingers down my spine
as smoothly as whiskey warms my veins

it fills my veins abruptly like dandelions popping out of fresh spring grass
A sprout of color, unwanted

It tangles my thoughts into roots dig them self deeper into me
and I cant tell if they are weeds or they are apart of me.

Do these **** grow from your words?
Or do they grow from my thoughts.
Aug 2018 · 245
Arms and Anchors
Kristine Aug 2018
Its funny how you can sleep next to someone

Feeling their heart beat aganist your shoulder blades

Their warm breath trickling down your neck, and sending chills down your spine

Their arm draped over your ribs, and their hips curving into your own, melting you into the bed

As you lay there, with darkness surrounding you with comfort
under the layer of cool sheets
you hope you can melt into them, and not ever return.

You are surrounded by layers of warmth that don't quite reach your bones
Because the freeze of  loneliness  ripples through you like snow piling onto a empty street

Those frozen drops are a gentle reminder that the arm draped over you
is no longer a sense of comfort
but your own burning stake

— The End —