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Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
I do my make up in the morning
I make a cup of coffee
I pack my bag and leave for school
Except it’s not the same

I jot down notes I won’t remember
I sometimes sleep in class
I walk down the hall and look for you
Except it’s not the same

I think about the other day
My heart skips a beat
I think about where we could go
Except it’s not the same

We talk about our favorite authors
We write new stories together
We watch TV and talk about our future
Except it’s not the same

Things were moving fast, you got scared
You can guess what happens next
I make up some excuse, get home early
But this time it’s all too familiar
Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
A porcelain landscape
Becomes the great escape
clothed in savory splendor
masked by sweet contenders
a pool of black greets its pallet
blue mugs are decadent chalets
Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
Close your eyes, take a breath.
There's no need to be scared.
cover your ears and shun the death
of the innocence we once shared.

Pretend the raven did not crow.
Pretend that Paul did not deny.
Pretend that highs aren't always low.
Just look to the golden rye.

Tread through the weeds and find a patch
where sunlight bathes earth's skin.
Here your dreams may stay and hatch,
But commandments won't let you sin.

lay down, lady with gleaming hair,
and stay a while in thought.
Just fade away and smell the air.
Forget the purity you once sought.
Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
cherry blossoms bloom pink across a cloudy white sky.
a sunset washes the overcast away with a rosy hue.
a flame breaks out atop silvery ashes.
women dressed in crimson twirl around a marble dance hall.
redbirds fly in the pale morning to find their nectar.
you blush.
Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
I’ve trained myself to suppress my hunger
My stomach has learned to be empty
Kept telling myself that I look younger
I needed to not let people forget me

So I said no to school lunches at 12
I didn’t want dinner to be too big
Which consisted of chips from my pantry shelves
yet my eyes would lie and call me a pig

4 years of one meal a day
Maybe some coffee in the morning
Which wasn’t easy, by the way,
Until finally my eyes were no longer scoring

4 years of hunger and insufficiency
And I’m still not strong enough to get over you
Sure, I can stand despite iron deficiency
But giving you up is something I can’t go through
I’ve trained myself to suppress my hunger
I’ll train myself to keep my heart from racing
And now that we’re not a year younger
Saying goodbye’s the only time we’ll be embracing
Olivia Ventura Jan 2018
Used her ******* to write down her digits
Texted him while she leaned against the bathroom stall
Laughed at his joke while she coughed up her food
Cried because of him when she still wasn’t thin enough
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