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 Mar 2022 Mariana Nolasco
XPY
Magic
 Mar 2022 Mariana Nolasco
XPY
She had galaxies
In her eyes
And her tears
Were falling stars.
© XPY 2018
i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again
 Mar 2022 Mariana Nolasco
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when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
headfirst
roughly
harshly
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?
You walked into my presence
And I noticed the shift
Being around you
Has been such a gift
I started wearing perfume
Doing my hair
Noticing things
That could use some repair
You are the reason
I’m taking the stairs
why is it so hard to die
never before have I loved the way that I love you
but I would never want to hurt you
and so my little one, I must say adieu
you did everything you could, my darling
you gave me all of your love and kept my days bright
never doubt my love for you
I love you but I must say adieu
i’ll admit that i’m not ready to die
still young and full of life
but you are younger my little one
which makes it all the more difficult
why is it so hard to die
it’s because you’re watching me
i’ll see you again, my Roman
but for now I must say adieu.
my original suicide note to my baby brother
She is there, I believe, behind those slate grey eyes.
Those eyes that once viewed me with Love
or with amusement.
Now, however, they see me without seeing.
She is held prisoner in a silk web of confusion.
She knows not who she is now.
She knows me not and has forgotten my name.
I visit though she forgets I ever came.
She is one who exists instead of lives.
A dear sweet girl with little left to give.
You ask me why I still come and I reply
“ I  promised my love until the day I die.”
Mom was in the nursing home for years and my Father stopped in every day to see her.

Your silence is sailing me to new shores. My

anchor no longer lingers on your deck.

Quite a sad story our love, having had tall, wooden ships,

we settled for paper boats.


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