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Khrystle Rea Jan 2015
a story
       of letters
                 words and phrases
no longer serves any purpose
         no truths

                                         can be let go
Khrystle Rea Jul 2014

  fill my eyes

                       I grab my pen

a fire

  burns in my stomach

                       I grab my pen


  engulfs my limbs

                       I grab my pen


  encompasses my entirety

             my lips turned up

                       I grab my sneakers

                                                                              forgetting about my pen
Khrystle Rea May 2014
the sweetest tune hums
as our fingers lock giving
you the world my love
Khrystle Rea Apr 2014
you all left
I was                  alone.
only one did
yet I feel as
if I do not
believe you'll
stay - you have
always been
here but I am
really scared.

You'll always
love me - I will
always love you.
Please don't forget me
I will stay in touch with you.
Khrystle Rea Nov 2013
532 days.
                                of texting
                                of laughing
                                of enjoying
       each other's company.

12768 hours.
                                 of listening
                                 of learning
                                 of mastering
     words true and believable.

Mutual feelings.
          Spoken differently.
                    Love demonstrated. Felt.
Khrystle Rea Sep 2013
I think back to the days
when I would come over
for play dates
and we would
explore the world
being adventurous
energetically carefree.

It was simple
how our friendship worked
no tall tales behind
each others backs
no feelings were hurt
no secrets
no lies
no whispering.

We were all best friends
hanging out together.
A group formed quickly
and divided even quicker.

Stories embellished
to promote one’s own
popularity, creating
laughs and turning me
into the black sheep.

I learned not to trust
any of you.
Skepticism became my
new best friend.

The best thing I thought
was to leave it all
forget everyone and
begin somewhere else new.

That place didn’t really
seem quite for me either.
So I returned. Some
accepted me back with
open arms, but I still
couldn’t trust it.
I didn’t know who any
of you were anymore.
I struggled opening up
and accepting you all.

I wish I could have done it.
I wish we did reunite.
I have forever wanted to
be back in the group.

But the group is not for me.
It never was. It never will be.
Khrystle Rea Sep 2013

above the
window watching

you step
under cover of

trees leaves
allows a deep breath
loose through my lips
i may
now have my chance

to make it
on my own.

Curtains roll back
his face exposed
of theories
polished by
her hand
every word

With striking
letting anyone
knots tighten with
need for more.
A friend and I pick a theme to write every two weeks - his was "I saw you talkin' to Christopher Walken" - this was my perception. May not make any sense, but it isn't necessarily supposed to I guess. Enjoy.
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