Christi Mari

How it’s supposed to happen ✨ Written by the incredible @kellygracethomas (It was hard to stop myself from crying)

Light can be deceiving ✨ There lives an interesting space in this heart that i carved for you with quivering fingers i knew that something wasn’t right, but from the start you only promised light knowing how much words mean to me the girl in love with poetry i fell too quickly When you told me you cared trust is nicer than always being scared i was done believing love is cursed tired of always being hurt in the end it wasn’t too confusing I was only a fool worth fun and using Christi Steyn

ons praat in laatnagtale en word gebind in drukkies die wyn word gemeet in slukkies, maar ons vergeet hoe om te tel behalwe die moesies soos sterre op jou vel dit kan ek herhaal, soos jou naam keer op keer ek kan dit inmasseer tussen wonde ek is meer lief vir jou as sonde as wolke alle volke klap julle hande ons liefde word gemeet in brande vlamme in my binnekant elke rand oor-lel, kieliebak jy is my oggend en sonsak ek is lief vir jou soos die nag kalm jy praat en jou stem weergalm deur al my are met handgebare bring ek jou nader en asem jou in laat ons begin en eindig tot die laaste sin

Parts of me 🌹 I am not simply a body, rather the things i write, the humans i miss at night. the water and the storm, chaos and the warm. My love, yes all the love i give, the love I receive, I do not love in puddles How could I when there are waves swimming in my heart? I am my voice, and my art All these fears and ferocious tears. oh the desires, oh the passion, oh the oh’s. My friends, my beautiful friends, The things i’ve called home, the skies, the ocean, its foam. All that i have seen, my dreams. This emotion and sway, the music on replay, beg the moon to stay The rhymes that run away. I am not yet complete, more of myself I’ve yet to meet. How wonderful to be and love the parts of me. Reel cover by @ashleymariefoto

you are the most important poem 🦋 under the sheets, you can press your cold feet against my legs when you forget a towel for the shower i will spread and wrap it around like a grand cocoon you can be big or little spoon for you are the most important poem i’ll ever write tis a gift to roll over and kiss goodnight i will love you as much as i know and in return i hope you won’t go after we’ve shared a thousand sunsets and a thousand cups of tea there is no mundane moment that means nothing to me each detail of our lives is pure and exciting that’s why your the poem i’ll never stop writing Christi Steyn

my love language is: taking a picture when i am not looking and after a bad day, you say “I’m cooking” it’s seeing you write my name on a letter holding hands and drawing together my love language is a surprise sunset walk and seeing when i might need to talk it’s giving extra ginger from your sushi plate and pretending this is our very first date it’s a text that says you’re thinking of me holding a towel as i leave the sea it’s visiting my parents when i’m away and asking details about my day it’s playing a song you know i like or planning a long, impulsive hike it’s getting to know me as if the world is new and in return, i won’t ever stop loving you Christi Steyn

Gifts 🌖🦜✨♥️

Explaining blue to someone who can’t see colour From “what the moon gave her” 🦋 I find no sadness in blue Labeled to describe mondays How when the sky is so hopeful? It is like letting go of a secret between you and the moon That feeling when your body is covered by ocean, It is seeing the first star of the night Or rubbing ice Light blue is a puddle and dark blue is stepping on a ship But you don’t know where you are going And you don’t really care Blue is calm Blue is a doctor telling you, You’re going to be okay. It is your first dance when you learn to sway It is a stranger’s concern when you cry on the subway Blue cares Blue has felt a lot and doesn’t talk about it. But blue knows what it’s like to be alone, so you can trust blue. Christi Steyn

gifts I would absolutely give you the moon but it’s not mine to give I would plant flowers on your pillow but that’s not where flowers want to live I would learn to speak to birds and ask them to sing your favourite song but bird language is not on duolingo and I have a much bigger tongue I would break off a piece of the star to make sure you always have light but my hands are only flesh and can’t extend to that height therefore i give you my heart for it lives inside of me it’s the greatest thing i can offer and you will never need a key Christi Steyn

what they say about me is none of my business 😉

Goodbye 🦋 From “What the Moon Gave Her”

the perspective of light ✨ from my book “what the moon gave her” commment a ⛰️ if you listened to the entire poem i spoke with a mountain today and he taught me his ways now i am learning how to be alive by standing still taking in where i am, finding light in dark places until i am aware of my hands the motion and ability to feel sensitivity is my superpower and i will stay soft not like some feathery fluff toy you get to punch but like a cloud, gentle to the world yet immune to wounding treating distasteful hate like condensation i will always choose the light

the stars between us it started when you stopped talking to the stars and laughed when i said you felt far as you began to lose wonder i danced with thunder grabbing hands with rain and hail come sail with me pleadingly pulling you towards the tea but you forgot how to swim, forgot how to fly forgot we could travel through sky stop asking how stay on earth for now i will transport without you next to me it is sad to be more happy alone, with the cosmos i miss the old you the most but it’s time to go i’ll tell the stars you said hello christi steyn