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Oct 2015 · 734
Moon
OliviaAutumn Oct 2015
She would tell me on amber evenings beneath the waiting sky
That she was my only moon, orbiting my edges
Like a well orchestrated love song,
Suspense in desiring to touch what she could only see.
She may be able to eclipse all light,
Be the only thing I long for at night
But there are others out there
Who will fill this space between us,
And in her face it shows
That each night is closer to her last.
Oct 2015 · 719
Butterfly Catcher
OliviaAutumn Oct 2015
The butterfly catchers net sat silently on a bed of frost,
Crisp catches of colour reflecting the Spring sun,
Lines of emerald to grace the walls of a London home.
Like dreams they lay still, an untouched memory.
An easy ****, gently executed and put to rest
To be remembered in the evening light
On a gentleman's windowsill.
Feminists keep fighting the butterfly catcher
Sep 2015 · 504
Untitled
OliviaAutumn Sep 2015
"Do you still love me?" she whispered in my ear,
"How can I love a girl who is no longer here?"
Sep 2015 · 1.9k
Strawberry picking
OliviaAutumn Sep 2015
She picked strawberries with her teeth,
Red stains on lips blushed by the sweet taste
Of ripe fruit; her fingers clean
Brushed over me with delicate anticipation
Lifting the loose fabric of a summer dress
And I heard her confess her love
Through saying everything
Yet nothing at all.
Actions speak louder than words.
Sep 2015 · 592
The night after
OliviaAutumn Sep 2015
I cannot escape the particles of light that shimmer on her skin,
Glowing embers dancing where my fingertips have been.
The coffee cup grows empty, and her weary eyes meet mine
And for a moment I lose myself completely
Intoxicated with her sunrise*.
Sep 2015 · 872
Untitled
OliviaAutumn Sep 2015
"I am not ok", she said,
"Two letters cannot possibly explain
The pain that resides in my heart.
There is not enough ink to begin
Describing what is within.
Find me a word that is real".
Sep 2015 · 396
Untitled
OliviaAutumn Sep 2015
You cannot capture my heart
When it is already kept in a cage
OliviaAutumn Sep 2015
This was a place I used to call home,
Now it is just a building with no name,
No touch of endearment on the doormat,
No letters of love but maybe they are lost in the post -
A name is just a word
But I have never heard my footsteps walk
These halls with an echo following
Like another ghost woven into the tapestries
Hanging on the walls,
Old photographs of memories that time
Turned into black and white,
The colours of an old life lost and forgotten
In this empty abyss the world has left behind.
My fingers trace the smile of a young girl
That I believe I used to be,
Innocence untouched by the man
She would fight to unsee.
This used to be home
And now my body is just a shell
I long to crack under my feet,
Feel the bough break
And look at the damage underneath
A disordered house is a disordered mind
But people don't see the fight thats inside
These walls that are shrinking to make me less space
So I can go to bed knowing, there is less I can waste.
Sep 2015 · 807
Girl
OliviaAutumn Sep 2015
She was a girl no one could understand.
Her body was her voice
And she was screaming for someone to hear
The unwept tears that were caged by that night,
When she learnt stillness after the storm
Was the earths brave face mourning
What was lost in the fight.
Sep 2015 · 403
Summer love
OliviaAutumn Sep 2015
Envelope me in your love
And return me to sender
As darling I will always keep turning up
On your porch on a summers afternoon,
And without any words you'll know
That this kiss was meant for you.
Sep 2015 · 631
Untitled
OliviaAutumn Sep 2015
Hand me down the love you had before me
And sow gently the tears in your sleeve
So I can wear your heart on arms made
To hold you as you drift through sleep.
Sep 2015 · 658
Cracked smile
OliviaAutumn Sep 2015
I traced the crack in her smile
And spent the rest of my life trying to find ways
To fill her with laughter, love and fumbles beneath
Freshly washed sheets.
Sep 2015 · 752
The Club
OliviaAutumn Sep 2015
She stood there in a world full of glamour,
The art deco nature of her edges
Synchronising with the slow movements of sound
That slurred her into a haze
Of small sips of *** and salt that sat on her lips
Like an unwelcome guest.
She was out of place, a photograph on a window
Pained by being made with the wrong grace
Of those before.

She saw herself in the eyes of those around her,
Reflections of those parts she kept hidden
In a suitcase beneath her bed
Ready to leave behind,
Desperate to discard
The shadows traced by candlelight.
And she'd given up on the fight and heaven
For the pocket watch she kept in her heart
Had a small inscription
Forever engraved in time,
"Twenty-seven".
Aug 2015 · 741
Time
OliviaAutumn Aug 2015
Time is a woman with a whip and a chain
Who tells you healing demands submission and pain.
Aug 2015 · 710
Proposed Time
OliviaAutumn Aug 2015
"Don't give me your heart,
Give me your time.
Your fingers know my body like clockwork;
A heart can't turn back time at midnight
With the sole purpose of re-winding each moment
So that I can hear the chimes inside my chest that sing for you.
What use is a heart darling, when I can give you a ring?"
Jul 2015 · 582
Tea Stains
OliviaAutumn Jul 2015
I was her cup of tea:
Warm, sweet and drunk best beneath covers.
Some nights the kettle within my heart
Still screams for her to not leave this body so empty*.
Jul 2015 · 759
The Moon and Her Face
OliviaAutumn Jul 2015
The moon pulls the shores of her skirt around her waist,
Playing her heart strings with waves of wild anticipation.
There is art in the unheard symphony of the secrets that unfold
Beneath the surface of the blues,
Within the gravitational pull of the only face
She will never untrace from the constellations written upon her bedroom wall.
Jul 2015 · 432
The Society Club Girl
OliviaAutumn Jul 2015
The books scent lingers on her fingers
Lightly tying up her loose ends till they read
Like Shakespeare carved on a tree for all to see.
Her lover sips her coffee with an elegance only history
Understands;

She is the girl who leans across her rhymes and reasons
And bends her binding around her waist.

She is a woman whose strength
Pauses a book store into a silent stillness;
A muse that is written across my face
As she traces the pages of their story, closing the chapters
With the bite of a lip and a touch of a cheek.

Hers recite the poetry of rosebuds blooming in a far off place.

Still she knows that next season only memories may grow, but today
The taste of her lips remind her of those yet to be sown.
May 2015 · 422
let go
OliviaAutumn May 2015
you tell me to let go-
you were my ocean
you were my storm.
to let go will surely drown me
so forgive me, I can't move on.
May 2015 · 858
lady garden
OliviaAutumn May 2015
Petals drifted through our garden, and rested on her toes.
Sprigs of rosemary waltzed in the wind
and time captured the orange peel of her hair with perfection, a memory kept hidden in the pocket of my jeans.
The air had embraced indigo violets,
their scent imprinted on the collar of the breeze.
I get to my knees and hold the stalk of a forget-me-not,
And whisper she loves me,
She loves me not.
May 2015 · 391
Goodbye
OliviaAutumn May 2015
There is no such thing as a goodbye.
Nothing was good about the way her eyes changed colour,
How the street was drained into a black and white portrait
Capturing this one moment in time where she bit her lip
To remind her she was still alive
And turning her back she knew
That she'd never forget the promises she signed,
The ones she kept in her coat pocket
And the ones she left behind.
May 2015 · 336
Untitled
OliviaAutumn May 2015
The monsters under my bed
are merely shadows of my shattered mind.
Each night they dance in a trance of moments too late
for she beneath the bed is the curse of deception.
only can you see her
if you look in your reflection.
May 2015 · 391
Untitled
OliviaAutumn May 2015
Her fingertips were stained with pollen
With the vase I bought her with freshly cut
Flowers tainted with prints of butter yellow.
A pinafore wrapped with ribbon around her small waist
a chaste smile fashioning her face for the neighbours of our place.
one look at her and I see a fingersmiths daughter.
a girl who outgrew this ***, this house, this girl the porter.
May 2015 · 462
bulbs and seeds
OliviaAutumn May 2015
You ask me to ***** in a light bulb
as if I'm planting seeds to let us grow
but rather than gardens and trees
it's light you want until you leave.
May 2015 · 1.9k
Dolls House
OliviaAutumn May 2015
The dolls house was an escape exist masquerading as child's play,
Emerald curtains open for all the neighbours to see.
Gentle, delicate, Miss China lays the table rather than in bed,
Spreads the table cloth rather than her legs.
The tea set lies daintily on the table for when he comes home
When her mother plants him a kiss in the garden to grow.
And watching the car park on the fading lawn
She wonders if window panes feel happiness at all.
May 2015 · 874
Waistline Dreams
OliviaAutumn May 2015
She filed her dreams in alphabetical order,
Wiping the dust from her minimalist future.
She boxed them up and piled them high,
Shrinking them to match her thighs
And the looking glass began to lie each night
Telling her the weight of her dreams
Was too heavy to fight.
May 2015 · 982
World
OliviaAutumn May 2015
You asked for the world
So I gave you a mirror
And if I could not say this any clearer,
*darling you are my world
Your gravity pulls me nearer.
May 2015 · 759
Words
OliviaAutumn May 2015
I gave you my word,
Wrapped it up in cellophane so it would never lose meaning,
Enveloped in the kitchen draw where you placed for safe keeping.
And now when you read my poems with another preserving your touch
You'll realise you had all my words-
One was not enough.
May 2015 · 664
Second to last kiss
OliviaAutumn May 2015
There is something to be said about the silence that navigated
Our second to last kiss as if it was searching for someone to blame;
It's the same as realising that when you asked for space
I foolishly gave you enough galaxies so you could always find a place to shine.
But now, in this moment where I am inches away from reaching for your hand

I understand why the earth circles the sun-
Celestial longing clinging on to the rope that this swing is swung
I hold out my arms to the space where you no longer belong,
With lips laced with goodbyes and the taste of your tongue.
Apr 2015 · 625
The girl in the bath
OliviaAutumn Apr 2015
She heard the door close and the sound of a trail of clothes
Then the room filled with silence as she lay exposed.
Her heart started beating, like a laugh too shy for her to undo,
"I'm in the bath", she whispered, "and I'm also in love with you".
Apr 2015 · 2.9k
Spoken word- trees
OliviaAutumn Apr 2015
She sat beside me in a cloud of smoke,
Ash falling to my knees like a tree that just gave up on standing straight
And finally lay its head on the ground.
I am tired of feeling rooted in an earth I no longer believe in;
Tired of climbing trees to defy gravity and I know I can't win.
Not this fight, nor the next, or even a game of poker as my lips
Just can't stand being straight.

I am that fallen tree and sometimes I forget to breathe,
Leaving each breath like my car keys you tell me I don't need.
Who needs the earth when I have you landscaped before me?
These foundations are ours and you build me these walls
Just so I can knock them down.

I'm destructive like that, we are indestructible like that
So lets take a page from my book and draw ourselves a map
Right to this moment in time,
Where I whisper *"I've fallen for the girl, and you know what?
It's fine."
Apr 2015 · 2.4k
Shipping present
OliviaAutumn Apr 2015
It wasn't my place to tell you;
I've been sinking ships since I can remember,
Each home washed up on someone else's shore.
This was before you wrapped me a lifeboat
And said, "darling, don't wait for the rain to pour,
As winds may change and skies may grey
But this ships not wrecked, its here to stay"
.
Mar 2015 · 459
Spare room promises
OliviaAutumn Mar 2015
The promises were left unkept and forgotten in the spare room
Thrown in with last years fashion and the years before,
And standing at the door I can't remember when we started
Hoarding words to make a life boat we'll never sail,
Never say; did you mean them at all?
Mar 2015 · 446
Lost now found
OliviaAutumn Mar 2015
She saw a poster on the tree down the road
The sort left for years, forgotten and alone
And holding her tears she tore down the face
That was no longer lost, for it was her own.
Mar 2015 · 1.5k
Denim heart
OliviaAutumn Mar 2015
I left my heart in the top pocket of her denim jacket,
The sickly sweet sugar of her bubblegum rubbing off on it
Making it less heavy, making it beat steady
And each time I saw denim in my mirrored reflection
I wondered if she stole my heart to keep as her confection.
Mar 2015 · 979
Empty kisses
OliviaAutumn Mar 2015
She was the kind of girl you want to wake up next to
With the marmalade lips you always longed to find.
Instead you would fill the silhouette of her body,
Engraved on the empty space she left behind
With the words to be continued
Left in ink and unsigned.
Mar 2015 · 1.5k
One night with you
OliviaAutumn Mar 2015
I want to wrap you up in yesterdays news like fish and chips,
Spending late nights tangled up in seaweed
On a shore that will never be the same
As tomorrow or the one before.
Feb 2015 · 1.1k
Cologne
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
She told me I was her favourite cologne,
The kind you wear on special occasions.
Soon my glass began to wear thin
And I realised, you cannot own what I have from within.
Feb 2015 · 495
Swing set
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
We are a sketchpad swing set.
You push and I keep coming back,
Drawn to you with a force I don’t understand,
You have shades in you I’ll never quite get.
You have seasons in your smile I want to forget.
But even if you push me towards the stars
I’ll always return with the brightest one,
And open arms.
Feb 2015 · 1.1k
candy cane
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
Candy canes made her lips wet, sweetened with the thought of trips to the seaside and her pleasure in pain
Feb 2015 · 343
Untitled
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
"I am not a fighter.
My knuckles aren't bruised, but my heart is.
What does that make me?"* she asked tenderly,
"A girl in love", I replied.
Feb 2015 · 781
Untitled
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
She folded me up like origami, turning something used into something beautiful
And smoothing out the creases of my geometric heart she kissed goodbye the girl she called art.
Feb 2015 · 311
Untitled
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
When you entered my life you bolted the door
Leaving it shut so I was forever yours.
Feb 2015 · 698
book club
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
Open my pages
Read me back to front.
Pretend that you know me
Then call me a ****.
Feb 2015 · 485
No.
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
No.
You have no right to take away my foundations
And tell me to walk the plank of wood beneath my feet.
Feb 2015 · 1.6k
Bookmark
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
I spent my nights reading books in our greatest libraries
Searching for what it is I am still clinging on to,
Then after the final vowel I realised
The one thing I miss about you, is you.
Feb 2015 · 643
Mirror Mirror
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
My heart is a broken mirror.
You smashed it when I first saw your smile
And I cling on to the pieces
Hoping my bad luck will never run out.
Feb 2015 · 985
jigsaw heart
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
You broke my heart
And still I gave a piece of it to you freely,
Leaving me like a jigsaw puzzle
No one could ever truly complete.
Feb 2015 · 1.3k
to be femme
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
Suitcases aren't made for dresses and skirts or any such thing,
They are another type of box they try to trap you within.
Feb 2015 · 3.5k
wall
OliviaAutumn Feb 2015
Don't use your words to build me a wall
As I am the foundation on which it will fall.
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