Burning Bridges

My heart breaks with your cry.
How can I be happy?
When you’re barely getting by.
I just want to see you smile,
there’s no distance,
I would go the extra mile.
Your love for him has to be strong.
A man like that is weak and wrong.
To turn his back on his life,
and pursue a whore, not his wife.
Pathetic to his friends,
A coward to his family,
But to God, it’s BLASPHEMY.
So run little boy,
forget your morals,
forget your character,
forget your faith,
and run to hell
where she’ll be waiting for you.

-kristin l. cook

Ishq Perspective

If retaliation is known as
“an eye for an eye will make
the whole world blind,”
I pray peace live within your
physical body and if I shall
bestow one wish,
I wish for you to fall in love.
Because a heart for a heart
is the ultimate revenge.
Where love is viewed as a
manic curse, that enables a
sightless life, sequentially
resulting in self-destruction;

the same bane I inherited,
when I loved you.

– kristin l. cook

My thoughts leading into Ishq Perspective:
Contemplating the difference of love and revenge. Scaling the conflict of passion and religion. Wondering why lust is an addiction and adoration is essentially self infliction.

And if you’re wondering,
“ishq” is an Arabic word meaning “love” “passion” or “to love without lust”

Whiskey Fever

You gave me Whiskey Fever
and cared for me at leisure
I take a sip,
and toast to the ghost
of our relationship
The bourbon is savored
on my tongue,
but your memory bites
as I swallow
then cough up a lung.
I drink it down,
because your love isn’t found
Your absence is what
causes silence to be so loud.

– kristin l. cook

7 Year Itch

I felt the adrenaline in my veins.
I’ve seen the rage in my eyes.
I’ve smelled the fear in your lies.
You stood like a coward
defeated by the demons you empowered.
You may have chose our path,
but I embodied my wrath
with clinched fists and a firm voice
“I hope you rot in hell” was my choice
I smiled with dignity,
set fire to the mystery,
as I drink from my glass of victory.
Redemption with Authenticity.

– kristin l. cook

Based on my true story

Love Is Blind

Desperation caused her to
search for truth, stumbling
across false words and bad intentions,
she became drunk on your lies,
and intoxicated on your lips.
She binged on your breath,
and trembled at your tongue
so vulnerable to heartache,
but the closest thing to love
she has ever known.

– kristin l. cook

Explosive Nostalgia

I saw you today
Running at the gym
Laughing at jokes about them
But when we caught eyes
I turned cold on a whim
My heart was tannerite
with the cause to ignite
An explosion of nostalgia
Where love surged
throughout my body
and shock waves
rolled down my face
Yeah, I saw you today
With my emotions on display
It’s how I know you’re with me
And your spirit is here to stay

Once a gym partner, always a gym partner. I miss you everyday, Monica. 💕
With love,

– kristin l. cook

Scandalous

Another night, Another heartache
Another stranger, A different bed
It’s just a phase
It’s how it goes nowadays
A physical connection
Don’t open up; deflection
Just hope he can keep an erection
Leave before sunrise
Wear windblown hair as a disguise
Another day, They’re all the same
It’s just a game, Nothing new
When all I think about is you

– kristin l. cook

Broken Promises

i can see the truth in your eyes
your lies are a sad disguise
i gave you my heart
i gave you my life
then you made me your ex-wife
you stabbed me & turned the knife
said i made you less of a man,
so you left for a one night stand.

-kristin l. cook