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Riley OHalloran Jul 2020
My fingers are shaking—
is it dehydration or weariness?
Is it the weight of the world and my brother
saying, “Why didn’t you eat sooner?
What didn’t you go to sleep earlier?
Take care of yourself more.”
He’s just looking out for me.
Riley OHalloran Jul 2020
Love is water:
life-saving in its clarity,
drowning in its obsession,
home in its depths,
terrifying in its unknowns,
refreshing in its cool and heat,
pausing in its ice,
steeping in its boil,
relaxing in its tranquility,
overwhelming in its tidal waves.
Riley OHalloran Jul 2020
The ocean is not always blue—
sometimes it’s black,
intimidating and secretive and deep—
that being said, your eyes are full
of the sea over a trench at night,
and I am a diver,
not afraid but enticed.
Riley OHalloran Jul 2020
you
i haven’t seen you in so long
that i think, if i did,
i’d see the night sky lit up,
stars twinkling against pale blue
in your eyes.
Riley OHalloran Jul 2020
It takes heat to open an oyster,
or a knife(or time).
Humans are enough like oysters, I suppose,
but they don’t need pain to bring out their full potential—
they do need time.
Time takes too long for some,
and pain is an easy alternative;
forgoing sleep and forgetting to eat,
distance from loved ones,
pushing and pushing and pushing and—
a pearl.
Riley OHalloran Jul 2020
there are melancholic moments,
and melancholic days
when my face is a little numb,
my eyes, a little gray,
my heart, a little weary,
my nerves, a little frayed—
you, incredibly far,
and too long ago to ache.
repetition  makes insanity(and i am a little insane)
Riley OHalloran Jun 2020
you are as pretty as a star,
but unfortunately,
just like that celestial body,
you’re also a million miles away.
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