Pendant
I was so, so small
There was a vase in the garden
White porcelain and anil
I thought it was stone.
I hugged it so it wouldn't go away
How I loved...
I went to show him my room.
I've broken into a thousand pieces
What I saw wasn't pieces
They were pieces of me.
Mom, I'm so glad you're here.
Weren't you gonna give him a present?
My most beautiful vase you've broken
You'll be absent from me
It's punishment, it's said, it's done!
Those were just words.
Inside, my mother shattered
He took one of the pieces off the floor.
Strange and deformed heart
Joined a little string left
He hung a pendant on me.
A painting not to be forgotten
Reliquary stuck in the chest
Former Couple Therapy (or Self-affirmation Therapy)
— What's your complaint?
— I'm afraid to show love.
— And how do you plan to handle it?
— Look me in the mirror, say "I love you"... Umm... I need some time. I'm gonna go get some air.
Rebeka Gabrielly
Conjugation
The good old verb love
It doesn't match like the others.
I flirt with you, you stare at me
Conquer me and I'll wander
We waver, we laugh, we live
♪ I'm no longer overwhelmed ♪
We share the weight.
No more I isolate myself
♪ We fill each other in ♪
Give me a present, praise me
Give me a kiss, hold me
Oh, sweet.
Now I idealize
That's why I fool myself.
Open up and hide
It reveals itself and I don't accept
We argued over vain things
We flew and fell
We agree, we disagree
Do we react or do we untie?
Say goodbye or join us?
So many conjugal dilemmas...
There remains to be hope, hope
The acceptance of the sequels of this ecstasy
What burning arrows have left me
In a heart that only combines the verb love
Will I fall back or insist?
From embarrassing and intertwining
Of burning and erasing
Two combine into one
Until it's all or nothing
Conjugal love
Rebeka Gabrielly
