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Elizabeth Oyibo Apr 2018
IV
I am not the sun.
Do not misconstrue me as so.
I am not the moon, I am not the stars,
I am no where in the galaxy,
I am a flower,
wilting away in the garden of loneliness,
and you, you are the sun, the moon, and the stars,
you help me grow and make me feel warm like the sunshine should,
and captivate me and comfort my soul, like the moonlight,
and you shine brighter than all the stars.
I wish I didn’t adore you
  Mar 2018 Elizabeth Oyibo
Skaidrum
ix.

I kiss gravity,
& the light leaving my bones,
"This is how we fell."
Of the haiku series
ix. a toast to endless cycles

© Copywrite Skaidrum
Elizabeth Oyibo Mar 2018
III
You are like the sun up in the sky,
you hurt me when I get too close,
but I need you to survive.
  Mar 2018 Elizabeth Oyibo
Remus
You silenced us
Ruined my trust

No longer on your mind
But you're still on mine

Why did you ruin this
Why did you let us kiss
Elizabeth Oyibo Mar 2018
It's sort of funny how two souls can intertwine,
how they can greet each other upon the edge of loneliness
with kisses and longing,
and how they can promise to never jump over the edge,
how it is not the someone, but the something between the two that keeps them grounded,

And this force, this unknown attraction, can carry them through the night until the sun says hello,
or guide them through the day until the moon tells them it is time to be one again.

But,

tell me.....
what kept us stuck there in that space for so long?
we knew it was not love, I suppose it was the longing,
but all I know is that we both kept the promise,
we never jumped,
I never did,
but yet here I am, in this pit of despair because you pushed me.

I suppose there is no force strong enough, that can keep two people together,
oh silly me,
how could I have forgotten that nothing lasts forever?
how could I not have known what before us did lie,
how could our departure have came as a surprise,
how could I not have known....
Elizabeth Oyibo Mar 2018
God forgive me,
if you even exist,
please allow me to have your ever so sought after holy privileges.
Dig me a whole at the gates of heaven and bury me there,
six feet deep next to your kingdom, in a casket of my despair,

So close to getting in,
but I am afraid, I have too much adoration for sin.
So as I am floating in this ocean should I sink or should I swim?
and if I called for you, would you offer me your hand or just push me deeper in?
Elizabeth Oyibo Mar 2018
II
But what is sadness and what is sorrow?
Do we dare to define them, or allow them to define us?
And shall we allow them to determine whether or not we see tomorrow?
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