His Book of Poetry
written by: Christina Strigas
@christinastriga
there was a book of poetry once
written only for me
by my soul mate
and he said look into my soul
for ten minutes
absorb every word as a kiss
every sentence as a thrust.
my heart ached so much
i threw up,
my tears ate up my pain
and I thought he conjured
up Keats and the romantics
like he always does
and gave me their memory
as a gift,
circa 1890.
Chapters progressed like
Pablo and Mathilda
my love erupted
and soaked my soul
with bliss. Lost continents
were found
upon our love.
years meant nothing
i may have never seen him
(almost once)
fate denied it,
he didn’t know about me
when he thought he did.
so i wrote a book
while he searched,
we missed each other by hours.
but his poetry
killed me
it struck my heart
and ripped it into
vines in a forest.
his love
and my name
on his lips
is tragic.
yet the most
beautiful world
we never discovered.
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