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.
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.
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...
I Told Myself
By: Christy Howe © 2022
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 ...
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 ...
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...
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 ...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...