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Christopher Paul Aug 2023
She twirls
Her golden hair
Between her fingers
As she looks down
And begins
To ink her thoughts
For the hundredth
Time today
She figures
At some point
It will all make sense
And maybe
She can get this
Out of her head
And off her chest
But no matter
How many times
She recites the same lines
It will never bring
Back the love
She has lost
Or erase
The pain she has felt
And continues to feel
Each day
So she keeps on  
Writing
Until her hand becomes numb
And the words
Become one
Jumbled mess
That she hopes
Will bring them back
Christopher Paul Jul 2023
I'm sorry
She sighs
To her ghost
As she puts
Down her pen
And picks up
The glass
I'm about done
With your hysterics
And your angst
I think you should go
So I can
Be alone
No
Replies her ghost
I will stay with you
Until the end
And you will
Never have to
Be alone again
She puts down her glass
And says
You are my only friend
Loneliness
Christopher Paul Jul 2023
Can i touch it?
She whispers
As she discreetly
Glances down
No you can't touch it
Not here
Not now
But you can look at it
He whispers back
As he gently
Puts his heart
Back in his chest
Christopher Paul Jul 2023
He smells like musk
A stench that
Will forever
Stain my nostrils
I can taste it
In my mouth
It's in the air
It's everywhere
I almost wished
He smelled like ****
Because at least then
I could learn
To forget
Christopher Paul Jul 2023
She feels strange
In a house
That isn't a home
Confined
To her thoughts
That won't leave her alone
Her tears
Fall at night
For hours it seems
Until her eyes close
And she escapes
To her dreams
She is afraid
She will lose
All that she has
In a world
That she's built
With the time that has passed
The hearts she has touched
And the ones
That touched hers
The love she has felt
Is not the love
She prefers
Christopher Paul Jul 2023
Her hand gently grazes mine
As she leans her head close
And she looks at me
Our eyes meet  
Its okay
I already know what you're going to say
I love you too
I read it
On her lips
Before she smiles
And lays her head
On my chest

This is where I belong.
Christopher Paul Mar 2018
She quietly closes
The door behind her
Slowly and gently
She's done this before
Waits for the click
And tiptoes
Down the hall
Careful of all the spots
That creak and groan
Under her feet
In the darkness
She can make out
The outlines of doorways
She knows
He's in the second one
But she needs
To make it to the third
To kiss
Her son goodnight
Outside the first door
She pauses
To catch her breath
To adjust her weight
To calm her nerves
This is when
It matters most
That she keeps
Her composure
And does not
Look back
Outside the second door
She strains her ears
To catch a sign
The slightest trace
That he's asleep tonight
And not awake
Waiting
She listens close
And shuts her eyes
Not just to focus in
But to pray
That just this once
She can
Kiss her son goodnight
The silence
Encourages her
To push on
To the third door
She takes a step
And just like that
The second door
Bursts open
With enough force
To shake the house
And she looks into
The blood red face
Of the man she once knew
The man she once loved
The man that now
Raises his hand above
His loving wife
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