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Mar 2019 · 812
Looking on the Bright Side
oliver o Mar 2019
Each time you’ve stayed over, 
I’ve made conscious efforts
to be silent during *******.
I was not quite sure
how residence worked,
and I did not wish
to disturb anyone.

as I try, for the third time today,
not to hear my neighbour
**** the girlfriend he’s
smuggled into Chapel
(for the sole purpose, I’m sure,
of having her awful ******* laugh
pierce my every ******* thought)
I know
when you return from your sail,
and I can hold you once again,
I will not feel the slightest remorse
for letting
oliver o Aug 2018
sometimes grandma speaks like a fever dream
she strings words
but doesn’t tie them up
my boyfriend says this is how all old people talk
that they just want to be heard
and i find myself feeling sorry
that i never picked the words up off her car mat
when i let them spill out over me
Aug 2018 · 1.2k
Ring Finger (Asking God)
oliver o Aug 2018
I feel it in my fingertips
when you tell me how you worry.
I feel it most in my ring finger—
Isn’t that strange?
The sea in my ribcage tosses,
and your Navy boat of which the name I forget rocks upon it.
You are unsure if you’ll be coming home on time.

I watch the waves from the opposite coast,
making note of how tall they are,
how dark,
and suddenly I am in them
as they are within me.
They beat against the undersides of my skin,
so hard that I pray
for the first time in ten years,
asking God to watch over us,
to bless this gorgeous thing we have.
Jun 2018 · 276
oliver o Jun 2018
just as you leave me
new people come to my life
i am not losing
Jun 2018 · 303
oliver o Jun 2018
man is not the word
i would use to describe you
i realize that now
oliver o Jun 2018
sometimes i wonder

what it would be like

if we were still together

and it feels like a dream

not a nightmare
Jun 2018 · 246
public transit
oliver o Jun 2018
there are three things i now know:

1. i know that moving makes me feel like i’m flying,
2. that being alone makes me feel like i'm on fire,
3. and that the hardest thing

is to accept

to let go.

perhaps, you were good for something.
Jun 2018 · 2.1k
an old friend
oliver o Jun 2018
there are nights
in which my body plays cage
the space we take up feels too much
everything numbs
and that feeling returns
the one i can only describe as burning
and we are merged
and we are divided
we are overly aware of our limbs
yet we cannot feel them at all
my body does not love me
she returns
making herself home in my belly and *******
there is something familiar about it
something comfortable
like sinking and floating at the same time
the cold and the dark and the deep
carrying me off to places unspeakable
embracing me
sealing me up as if i were a letter
and it an envelope
i am sent with no return address
and my heart sighs the song of my wonder
if this body will ever be mine
Jun 2018 · 1.3k
a bathroom haiku
oliver o Jun 2018
man in the bathroom
why are you staring at me
i’m meant to be here
oliver o Jun 2018
i stuck the thought of you in a jewelry box
and threw it in the ocean
i didn’t even stay to watch it sink
Jun 2018 · 172
dollar store watering can
oliver o Jun 2018
we planted seeds in each other
that we figured were gonna grow
big and strong one day
but when they grew into something nasty
we couldn’t cut them down
Jun 2018 · 163
april forecast
oliver o Jun 2018
the weather matches my heart today
i am sick, i am cold
i want to hide away in my skin
deeper than i already do

you got me at the worst time
how did you not feel it?
how our hands fit perfectly
was it only my heart that set on fire when our bodies pressed together?
i thought you felt it
i thought it took friction to make sparks

my eyes have this sting that makes me see your face on every body on spring garden road
atleast the sky is crying for me
or else no one else would
Jun 2018 · 279
boys don’t cry
oliver o Jun 2018
i wanna be that
hit me hard
daredevil soul
feel his arms
trophy boy

i wanna be that
little taller
dream boat
punk rock
pretty boy

i wanna be that
i know him
actor's heart
poet boy

i wanna be that
chin dusted
heart surgery
straight down
testosterone boy

i wanna be that boy
i wanna be me

but i can never be that boy
if it's true that boys don't cry
Jun 2018 · 217
i feel in green
oliver o Jun 2018
they say the grass is
greener on the other side.
but here i am, sat

behind the white fence,
greener with envy than the
grass will ever be.
Jun 2018 · 158
the only one i miss
oliver o Jun 2018
my stomach
is nothing but
cheap coffee
my internet history
is nothing but
queer love poems
and my mind
is nothing but
you and i
and you and i
and you and i
i want
a fender stratocaster
with a leather strap
i want a loft apartment
with a beautiful view
but most of all
i want you
back here with me
holding you and
holding you and
holding you
when your hand brushed mine
for the first time
that day in november
my heart fluttered
i wondered
what would my daddy say
if he knew i felt this way
about you
about us
now here i am
i don't know how it started
or why it ended
all i know is
you're the only one i miss
Jun 2018 · 4.5k
gorgeous to hide behind
oliver o Jun 2018
i miss the sadness
i miss the home that never was
the beautiful you never thought you were

where has your pretty gone
who’s wearing your flowered dress now
whose lips are your boyfriends kissing
who could’ve known this was to come

i miss your father’s pride
when you gave him a reason to be sober
now all you are is disappointment
another unlucky occurrence for him to sleep with on the couch
his favourite drinking buddy

i miss church
i miss the red the pastor turned you
the blood running to your holy cheeks
when the congregation applauded
at the fact that you would burn for this
that this secret would be the end of you
the ***** that came up in that bathroom
the god that frowned upon the smell

i miss the way boys used to look at you
when you were something to be desired
when you made others feel more than just confused
when you weren’t an inconvenience to love
you’d rather your innocence be stolen for being beautiful
than for being unwanted
i suppose you pick your poison

i miss the way you looked
every night you cried
the colour mascara makes when it meets blood
like drugstore lipstick
at least there was something gorgeous
something romantic about it
the way the moonlight made your bones stick out
it was something boys could fall in love with

pretty girl
why would you ruin yourself like this
happy girl
how couldn’t you see it for yourself
you were a trophy
your future said husband
it said children
it said the life we want for you
forget your own

you were not happy
but how can you learn to be now
that place that played safe haven
at least, was warm

you are not sure if you miss the sadness
you simply know
this world wants you to

— The End —