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I've been painting pictures that don't make sense to me. Corrupting what I use to breathe. The belief I use to carry. I've been marrying things together that I wouldn't usually marry.
By Crissy DXCII5 years ago in Poets
I prefer pictures of you on my ceiling This one color is too plain. A mirror would be too revealing. Like wearing no bra in the rain.
2:00am My eyes are filled with tears of joy. I am with you just like before. This time I am grown, but not you. You are the same as I last remember.
By Crissy DXCII6 years ago in Poets
I can taste the chocolate of last night’s affairs on your lips. It tastes like caramelized sugar on a stick. Sweet as the I love you that you first said to me.
I chattered words of insecurities to myself. I was unaware of the effects it created. Not just for me but also for someone else.
I thought I was immortal until I met you a while back. You cut every string of confidence that I had. People started looking at me like I was mad.
Too often we wake up to this tragic news. A young woman left on the side of the road battered Her killer might swear she asked for it even if she didn’t choose.
Too often we wake up to this tragic news. A young man shot twice, maybe three times. His killer might swear he paid his dues.
I still breathe for you. Every breath reminds me that you loved me. I close my eyes and start counting…one, two. Maybe if I breathe faster I could force you out and you can let me be.
Trying to please what could never be satisfied, not even an address left. That I could send a letter to. The apologies could never fix this. I am now twisted.
It’s crazy how naïve we can be as a people. I remember believing every single thing you said. But the way it strengthened me it made everything single.
The love between a mother and a child can be indefinite. To their infinity and beyond. This can only be understood between the two.