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Olivia Sep 2022
she is truly indescribable
when i tell you there is a universe which she inhabits, solely--with a few pine trees and visited, on occasion, by the raspberries of reddened cheeks--would you understand?
of course not, for everyone has someone who occupies their own universe.
if i told you she was the best of them all, would you believe me?
that her universe has the most beautiful vistas, the clearest skies, rolling hills stretching to infinity and unfathomable sunsets
would you agree with this fact?
perhaps, if you knew her.
to know her is to know of what i speak. at least, you'd be able to peek through the telescope and gather some version of her temporary eternity.
she gets stuck in my throat, sometimes.
all lovers say that their breath is taken, but how might you know what i mean when i say that sometimes i cannot breathe yet my lungs continue to function?
to glimpse her universe is to plunge into the darkness fully, with such uncertainty that you are certain to find a garden bursting with flowers, the most beautiful flowers. you are certain to find untamed happiness, wildly stunning serenity, and two or so campers in maine looking on in awe.
her universe is heart-stoppingly astonishing, incomprehensibly astounding, unendingly, stupendously amazing.
i never want to leave.
Olivia Mar 2022
Your body is the soft light filtering through green leaves,
The sunrise over the water that reflects into infinity and infinity and infinity.

Your eyes are the gentle clouds floating by on a blue day,
A bygone, lilting breeze where cares are carried carefully away.

Your voice is the sweet birdsong on a warm summer's morning,
The deep church bell that rings so divine that people begin to believe it is the sound of God himself.

While there is no shortage of syntax that I can use to suggest the sweet serenity which serendipitously serenades all souls you surround,

When I see you it is as though I have found myself idle in an idyllic meadow, ignorantly inarticulate in the face of inescapable, unimaginable splendor.

The brushstroke curve of your lips and your neck and your hips and your hands is my favorite painting in the world's museum.

You are so much, you are waking up from a nightmare only to remember you are safe and warm in your bed, you are the rushed, breathless heartbeats after a first kiss, you are July on film, you are the first sip of a perfectly **** strawberry lemonade from the Cheesecake Factory.

But most of all, your body is the soft light filtering through green leaves,
The sunrise over the water that reflects into infinity and infinity and infinity.
Olivia Feb 2022
who are you?
that i think of you often
i cannot escape it
caring for you is lighting myself on fire
how can i become free?
that i'd carve your face into the ash
and maybe when it melts it will look like hers
but no, it is yours
it is yours that i would sculpt with my two hands
and become burned by the embers of my own foolishness.
Olivia Dec 2021
it’s been so long. why do i still love you like this?
like the day i met you and found myself lost in your being.
like the night we laughed and very, very nearly kissed.
like the time i saw you in the moonlight and my eyes had never beheld such beauty.
like the moment i ran a red light because you were so captivating.
like when i held you and made that moment eternity in my mind only.
like our plans for our wedding, our home, our children.
like you are my forever and ever and ever.
why do i still love you like this??
Olivia Dec 2021
My favorite music was the way your fingers curled as you slept
How you gently plucked the strings of oxygen surrounding us
What a lovely tune.

My favorite music was the way your mouth moved as you spoke
How you set the metronome of my heart to a hundred beats per minute
What a grand song.

My favorite music was the way your body flowed like silk
How you strummed the moonlight encircling you
What a stunning melody.

You are my favorite composer.
I still sing the chorus sometimes.
Olivia Nov 2021
Tonight, I'm falling in love with myself.
I will study her hands so closely,
I will marvel at each line.

Tonight, I'm falling in love with myself.
I will hug her body so tightly,
I will be so glad she's mine.

Tonight, I'm falling in love with myself.
I will love the way her hair falls,
I will cherish all her time.

Tonight, I'm falling in love with myself.
I will want her sense of humor,
I will smile at how she's kind.

Tonight, I'm falling in love with myself.
Olivia Sep 2021
How am I supposed to sleep at night
When I the way I am coping
Is by hoping I can pull you out of someone else's eyes?

But when there's so much room in my heart
For love and I can see a distant spark
What am I supposed to do but take this shot in the dark?

How am I supposed to rise at day
When the way I am surviving
Is by thriving, but am I? Or am I dying?

All of my dreams of you begin to fade
Our future, our life, our children
The dress I saw you in won't fit another anyway

How am I supposed to breathe the air
When the way I am existing
Is by forgetting every second; were you ever there?

Your mother told me I could take care of her
Chapters in a book that go unwritten
The story I would have given begins to blur

How am I supposed to feel free
When I was so secure
I was so sure of you and me?
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