Christy Howe

A nurse by trade, but a writer by heart. I use writing in place of sadness and despair and anger. I use it to escalate, to remember, to move on. I just write to heal my heart.

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Christy Howe

A nurse by trade, but a writer by heart. I use writing in place of sadness and despair and anger. I use it to escalate, to remember, to move on. I just write to heal my heart.

Writings

Followers

Following

Fool For You

Christy Howe

1 min read

I was a fool for you once,

the one who believed the lies you told,

but my love for you is dead now,

and my heart has grown cold.

I was a fool for you once,

the one who begged you to just do right,

but my love for you is dead now,

and I have given up that hopeless fight.

I was a fool for you once,

the one who stayed loyal to a fault,

but my love for you is dead now,

and I no longer carry the pai...

Poetry

I Told Myself

Christy Howe

1 min read

I Told Myself

I told myself it was noble

for how hard I kept holding on,

and that not letting you go

proved I was strong.

But it wasn’t noble at all

when holding on hurt me most,

and it didn’t prove a thing

until I had the strength to let you go.

I told myself it was love

despite the constant pain,

that if I just tried harder

we could be us again.

But it wasn’t love at ...

Poetry

Memory Breathes

Christy Howe

1 min read

Memory breathes

and burns suffocation into my chest.

My mouth waters

with the bitter taste of regret.

Memory breathes

and strangles the life from my throat.

My mind replays

and your lies cause me to choke.

Memory breathes

and tears of grief fall down my face.

My heart aches

as broken promises fill this place.

Memory breathes

and I am no longer who I once was.

My spirit is broken

and the damage ...

Poetry

You Are Missing

Christy Howe

1 min read

Tu me manques…

you are missing from me.

You are the ship that set sail

that got lost at sea.

You are the shooting star

that fell without my wish,

the song inside my heart

that never dared escape my lips.

You are the warmth of the sun

that never touched my skin,

the denial of loving grace

for all my unforgiven sins.

You are the mirror I avoid

that exposes secrets of my soul,

the missing pages o...

Poetry

Pain

Christy Howe

1 min read

Pain is a blistering inferno,

uncontrolled and enraged.

It will swallow you whole,

all your senses engaged.

Its burn is insatiable,

it’s a thirst unsatisfied

no matter the whiskey

or the tears that you cry.

The more you try to stifle it,

the higher the flames grow.

You can try to escape it,

but there’s nowhere to go.

The only choice is to feel it,

to just fall apart,

let the flame rage on

inside ...

Poetry

Burn Letter

Christy Howe

2 min read

To My Husband,

The man I have cherished and loved for as long as I can remember.

You have broken me beyond repair, I am merely a shell of who I was.

I have given all I had to give to you, given up everything in my life for you.

But the simplest things you know I need are the same things you refuse to do.

You are content with never touching, never talking, never connecting.

I cannot live like tha...

Poetry

He Is…

Christy Howe

1 min read

He is the breath of fresh air

that fills my lungs with life again,

the answer to prayers I whisper

as each day comes to an end.

He is the coolness of a spring

that invigorates my tired soul,

the glue that holds my pieces together

until, once again, I feel whole.

He is the sunrise every morning

to fill my day with guiding light,

the gentle breeze beneath my wings

when I want to take flight.

He i...

Poetry

The Problem

Christy Howe

1 min read

The problem with not leaving the first time is they think you never will.

They start to believe that no matter what, you will stand by them still.

They make no effort for your happiness because they think you’ll always stay.

They withhold what you need because they think you won’t ever walk way.

They treat you like an option when you should be their number one.

They never feel the need to change a...

Poetry

The First Day

Christy Howe

1 min read

She walked out of the door;

let it slam behind her as she left,

no longer a willing participant

in her own disregard and neglect.

She stepped into the world

courageous with an intent so brave,

putting one foot in front of the other

as she finally chose to walk away.

She held her head up high,

proud of the strength she had shown.

Leaving behind what was familiar

to make her way all on her own.

S...

Poetry

If You Can’t…

Christy Howe

1 min read

If you can’t reach out your hand

to touch my skin at night…

If you can’t wipe away the tears you cause

as I lay next to you and cry…

If you can’t give me undivided attention

when all I need is your eyes on me…

If you can’t step up to the plate

to be the man you said you’d be…

If you can’t pick up the phone for a minute

just to ask about my day…

If you can’t ask me not to leave

when I stand to walk...

Poetry