And our planets
Can collide any day
They spin and twirl around
And with only a kiss
It has been said
They'd fall apart
I’m not mad......
I’m just tired hearing your sorry and unacceptable explanation.
Some nights the line between thrilling
Becomes an ink stain, becomes
Don't think about it too hard,
Don't think about not doing it,
Don't think about how you shouldn't
Even be thinking about it.
All lines are the death of an endless
Surface, little rupture,
Fine little lines littering -
I don't think about it, not the water in
The river and
Not the crack in the wall
Slips from two fingers so easily,
As smooth surfaces do,
As smooth liars tell themself,
They are not thinking about it
When night falls or when past calls,
When doubts are the only background music
That your heart sings to anymore,
Don't think about
Who you've become and
Who you've lost and
How it all happens in circles and tomorrow
Might just be as scary as yesterday -
Just hurts a little less each time, you know
But you say you don't know
And I don't think about how I don't
Know you, anymore.
The thoughts come back to me and I
Think of skin and ink stains, think of yesterday
And tell myself to stop.
Spellwork , wanes & waxes / my body , my vessel / she possesses , she haunts , she uses / & she casts me helpless , denies my existence , rejects my love / but she owns me for I am the bleak charcoal behind her back / that even in this dark tormented vast hole , I still only want her to shine & be seen / -
D C de Oliveira from Forlornly “La Lune” September 17 2021, 7.40am . Friday
And just when you think they’ve already broken every part of you, you break some-more.
I want to be grateful , perhaps most of the time I have only told you how much I adore & love you. But there’s a more greater reason out there than just being the one in love. That when You came into my life , you made me see me for who I am , the part of me that was frightened to stand up for myself & others , the part of me who swept my own pain under the rug without wanting to deal with it or bandage my ache as if it was too shameful to suffer , yet with your existence I get to appreciate & value the kind & gentle person that I already am , I get to sit with my sorrow & my wounds , endure them & to be openly accepting of them & with your arrival you made me feel powerful enough to finally leave my toxic relationship & the environment that I was in , you made me feel strong to be a woman with a voice , the one who will fight for any injustice , who is brave enough to speak up when unfairness occurred & who will not be afraid to go on a battle for the one I love — this is why even when you hurt me , I can never not love you more , because you helped me meeting the part of me I never truly know how to become. So thank you Hales. There’s no other star out there that has ever shined bright enough for me until a magical & majestic comet that you are , came crashing into me & forevermore , I am honoured for your existence & for all of that , I will always owe you my heart -
D C de Oliveira from Haleyaceae “143)” | September 17, 2021 . Friday, 6.40am