Elizabeth Oyibo

Elizabeth Oyibo Apr 2018

VII

I never knew how much I would notice the spaces you once occupied
and how you will never be there to fill them again.
Tell me, why can I still not comprehend,
what it truly means when something comes to an end?

I wanted you to free me from your memory
but you have already done so,
it seems that it is I,
who can truly not let go.

Elizabeth Oyibo Apr 2018

VI

The sky is crying tonight,
perhaps it’s tears signify it's longing for me to say goodbye.
please, give me back to the sky.

I don't want to be here anymore.

Elizabeth Oyibo Apr 2018

i'm sorry

So many ways to tell this story
                                   So many d e t a i l s that could help explain
Like the nights where I stayed up,
                             only comforted by the soft sound of the rain
or all the times I decided that b l a d e s would be the best way
                                     to
                                           relieve
                                                     the
                                                          pain
           But I am sure you do not care
                                            Because what does that matter now?
                           I am gone and I am not coming back.

you can't save me.

Elizabeth Oyibo Apr 2018

The Moments of Silence

Did you creep out, before it got quiet?

Did you know, that the noise in the room was not as loud as the silence?

And have you concluded that silence is violent,
that it speaks of our failures and when we're defiant?

That it makes us feel like we are miniscule as opposed to giant,
and that when it occurs, on our own minds we must not be reliant,
for it will be what is being consumed, in the moments of silence.

Elizabeth Oyibo Apr 2018

Roses

My adoration for you is like fresh picked roses,
Beautiful and lovely,
Yet dying every second because,
no matter how fresh the water in the vase is,
or how much the sunshine may kiss them,
they are wilting away,
and there is no force on earth that can allow them to avoid their demise.

I hate the scent of roses.

Elizabeth Oyibo Apr 2018

V

Hours filled with you,
has lead to years filled with less of me,
please, I am begging you,
just become a memory,
my darling, my dear,
you have only left me more empty.

leave my head,
the thought of you makes me wish I was dead

Elizabeth Oyibo Apr 2018

mon amour, libère-moi

And I suppose I still miss how we drank the moonlight,
how we never felt trapped by time
and instead banished them away, within

those moments I was hypnotized,
by the scent of your skin,
the flow of your hair,
and your eyes, yes your eyes, I

suppose in a way I was not free at all
because as your eyes greeted mine,
they captured me there,
and although I was not imprisoned by the human construct of time,
I was imprisoned by something new, something

beautiful and oh so blue,
your eyes were swallowing me,
and they trapped me in that room.

Although I still adore you,
these actions resulting from inebriation and adoration are nothing to adore,
please just let me go,
I can not handle this pain anymore.