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"completes" them, that everything in their life will suddenly be perfect. The roses will bloom just for
them, the birds will sing with each step that the idyllic lovers take. Each lover will only breath for the
other, their hearts will beat as one, their voices will chirp so softly, rather than grate on the nerves and
everything will be perfect all the days of their lives.
But guess what? A real relationship, one that is not co-dependent and that lasts throughout a lifetime
does not come easy. Building a relationship takes a lot of blood, sweat, tears, shouting, and yes,
sometimes pure frustration. But when the relationship begins to finally work, when each partner begins
to value and respect the other not only as a lover, but as an equal partner in life, love and the family
abode, then it makes all the pain and sorrow worth it.
May you all find the love that is meant for you, and may you have the stamina to hang in there with the
relationship, even when it isn't going quiet as you imagined it would be.
Crystal
5/21/2007
All of these poems were written for my wife, Jessica.
By Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © October 25, 2005
L. Crystal Michallet-Romero
She blames me for the alcohol
She blames me for her fall
She states I am the cause of it
She says it’s all my fault.
Yet she does not remember
The years of happiness that we shared.
She does not give me credit
For the years of my support.
She does not give me recognition
For the patience that I've shown.
She does not remember
That she drank before we met.
And she lacks the faith to recognize
Her own inner strength.
She lacks the ability
To see her inner beauty.
She cannot understand
The depth of my love for her.
So instead she blames me….
Blames me….
Blames me….
So it’s all my fault.
Now all that is left to do
Is to follow in her path
And to dive head first
Into a tiny green pill
That will give me the strength
To shoulder all the blame.
October of 2005 when Jessica and I were going through
our troubles and almost broke up. I found myself at a
loss because I knew what was happening, but it was like
talking to a brick wall. I'll be honest and say that even
though I knew about her sickness and troubles with
addictions, I could not give up on her. It was very
trying at times and I never wanted the break up. When I
wrote this poem I did not believe the accusations that
she was throwing at me and knew that it was caused by
her illness, but I found myself engulfed in the guilt for
something that I did not do. That is the mindset that I
had when I wrote this poem.
- CMR -
6/29/2006
By L. Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © October 26, 2005 L. Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
I am dead inside.
What are you?
Are you alive?
Breathing
Laughing
Loving
Feeling the joys of a newfound romance?
The anticipation of the first kiss?
That is enhanced by your mind
While you cloud the din of your inequities
in the bravado of cupids sling.
Can you continue in your folly
Never once to look back
To see the corpse
That you left behind.
Are you alive?
Or are you like me,
Dead inside?
2005 when Jessica and I almost broke up. I knew the hell
that she was going through and only wanted to stand by her,
but many times it was like talking to a stone, a rock of a
person who had no emotions, feelings or independent
thoughts. I recognized her depression, but was powerless
to help her. It got to the point where I felt a numbness take
over me and I felt like I would be lost within it. This poem
was written from the completely hopeless point of view that
the situation drowned me in.
- CMR -
6/29/2006
By Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © April 29, 2006 Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
You don’t even realize
what you do to me.
Your voice
so melodic
soothes the fears in my heart.
Your touch,
so inviting, soft and tender
sends a shiver through my spine.
Your glance,
so beguiling
sends a flutter through my stomach.
Your scent,
so alluring
conjures magically mystical images in my mind.
Your lips,
so soft and moist
ignites a fire deep within me.
The mere essence of you
makes me wild with desire.
The primordial animal within me
longs to be one with you.
Yet you don’t even realize,
what you do to me.
Jessica off for her class.
As you can see, things were going better for us at this point.
We did a lot of talking, a great deal of yelling, much crying,
but eventually there was light at the end of the tunnel. With
every day of her sobriety I was watching the return of the
woman whom I originally fell in love with.
CMR
5/05/2006
by Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © April 30, 2006 Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
I fear the storm outside
Battering against our defenses
The gust of wind
Crashing against our fortress
Threatening to consume us
To tear us apart
To rip asunder
What was meant to be
Then I feel your arms
So strong
Wrap around me
Holding me close
Promises from long ago
Renewed and entwined within your touch.
I hear your voice
So soft, yet strong
Reassuring me
that everything will be alright
The weight of your leg
Lays over mine
As if to possess
What I willing give.
Your body so soft and gentle
Yet filled with strength
Lays close to me
Holding me tenderly.
Your breath
Comes in a slow steady cadence
So close against my ear
To still the wandering fears
Harbored deep within my soul.
As I lay wrapped
In a cocoon of your comforting embrace
I hear the storm,
So close, so near
Threatening to consume us
To tear us apart
To rip asunder
All that we have.
And I fear it’s all consuming power
Over you - Over us
And what was meant to be.
with words floating through my head, so I got up for a glass of milk and
as I was drinking it I began to write this poem.
Just a side note, I no longer fear the storm outside. The weather is clear,
the sky is blue, the flowers are in bloom and I can already see the woman
whom Jessica once was returning day by day.
- CMR -
5/05/2006
By Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © June 26, 2006 Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
Strangling fingers,
deeply entwined,
clasping, grasping, clinging.
As mouths utter deep, inarticulate cries,
like moans of pain,
that are pleasure.
Warm, soft, silky smooth flesh,
bodies mold as one,
in sweaty uncontrolled abandon.
The honeyed suckle scent,
emanating its intoxicating aromas,
of sweet love unbridled.
Lips and tongues,
seek out the source,
of life’s fulfilling substance.
Its sweet nectar,
quenches the thirst,
of long denied desires.
Gifts of the heart and soul,
burst forth to baptize,
in unrelenting showers.
Pain, humiliation, and heartbreak
culminating together in a crescendo of emotions
almost forgotten, almost long gone.
And are rekindled, born again,
in the single act,
of reunification.
Only to rectify the sins of bygone days,
through the single embrace,
of love’s eternal flames.
I felt a great deal of contentment and was at peace. I found
myself realizing how lucky Jessica and I were that we were
able to weather through the storm together. This poem was
written in homage of Jessica.
One note about the style of this poem, I wrote it to be
reminiscent of the "slam" poetry that is common today. I
tried to filled this poem with rebellion, anger and a great deal
of passion. Hopefully I was successful in capturing the mood.
- CMR -
6/29/2005
by Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © July 4,2006 Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
You ask me
“Am I taking good care of you?”
With a voice both
Inquisitive and concerned.
And I find the question perplexing
Your sudden need to know
How I feel
Has been alien,
almost forgotten
This past year.
Yet you ask me
As if my answer matters
As if I’m suddenly valued
As if you truly care.
And I remember these past few weeks
And wonder if they can erase
The many days of pain
And I think about your arms
The feel of your warm body
That holds me close at night
The sound of your voice
Whispering sweet words of love
The feel of your lips
That strive to wipe away
the painful memories
of betrayal
for an imagined,
make believe fantasy
that only you control.
And you ask me
“Am I taking good care of you?”
And all I can say is,
Yes.
By Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © February 9, 2007 Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
In the dead of night
When the wind is raging
out of control
She pulls me close
and beckons
“Don’t leave me.”
In the blinding storm
With its pounding rain threatens
to ripped us asunder,
She holds me tightly
and beckons
“Don’t leave me.”
In the turbulent nights
When the darkness threatens
to consume us whole
She clings to me
and beckons
“Don’t leave me.”
And in my heart I know
That despite the pain and tears
That I can never leave her
So long as she beckons me near.
by Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © April 30, 2007 Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
Its 4am and she wakes
Her soft whimpers filled with fear
For the ceaseless phantoms
of her dreams.
All I can do
Is gently stroke her soft, warm flesh,
And issue words of comfort
Reassure her that everything
Will be alright.
She comes into my arms,
nuzzles against my neck.
A groan of fear and regrets,
As her arms snake around my torso.
I hold her tightly, protectively
Whispering softly, laying gentle
Kisses upon her temple.
Her soft voice, almost a whimper,
Echoes in the darkness,
“I’m comfortable in your arms.”
This is all that I am left with
As she returns to Morpheus’
Dark and foreboding world.
by Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © May 9, 2007 Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
The beating of your heart
chimes softly
against my ear
It’s even, steady cadence
keeps rhythm
to the beat of my heart.
The softness of your flesh
is pliant
and inviting.
Your ceaseless
even breaths
beckons me like a gentle
lullaby.
Your arms
strong and tender
wrap around my body
Inviting me, luring me
into the cocoon
of peace and harmony.
And the love you give freely
is felt at the very core
of my soul.
By Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © May 11, 2007 Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
Exhaustive secrets,
Hidden in the dark.
Words unspoken,
When living a double life.
Neither truthful,
To the light nor dark,
But least of all
To yourself.
Constant strain,
Of living in the dark.
Burdens of your
Secrets
Begging for release.
Speaking words of love
Which hold no meaning.
Fear of losing all,
Deep within your soul.
Never trusting others
With the secrets
of your heart.
Missteps
Both slight and large
Shall be your undoing.
The weight that
Bears upon you
Strains your every fiber
Yet never trusting
Anyone
Least of all yourself.
The solitary confinement,
Your self imposed punishment,
for living a double life.
by Crystal Michallet-Romero
Copyright © Monday, May 21, 2007 Crystal Michallet-Romero
All Rights Reserved
Your morning kisses
Are like the sparkling
Drops of dew
Upon the early morning
Blades of grass.
Your lips, so soft
Tenderly kiss my temple.
A momentary pause,
The slight hush of your breath,
Sends quivers through my flesh.
I feign sleep, waiting, wondering
And then you leave another,
So soft, barely felt, against my cheek,
and is quickly followed by a third,
and fourth
Tender kiss.
A smile betrays me
And I turn and greet a new day
With your sweet morning kisses,
Against my lips.
