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She was like the moon,
      They wrote 'about' her not 'for' her.
 Feb 2019 pluviophile
Joliver
Okay
 Feb 2019 pluviophile
Joliver
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
"Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
"Okay"
Is off-brand raisin bran
"Okay"
Is how you say life is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

"Okay"
Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

"Okay"
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
"Okay"
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
"Okay"
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
"Okay"
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
"Okay"
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
"Okay"
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
"Okay"
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
"Okay"
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
"Okay"
Okay?
 Jan 2019 pluviophile
eileen
hellopoetry
needs a dark mode
my eyes burn
it's too bright
when I can't sleep at night
I really want to read poetry in the dark
 Jan 2019 pluviophile
Iska
The Child
 Jan 2019 pluviophile
Iska
I met a child
On a warm summers day
Who reminded me
How to laugh and to play
Round and around
The pool we would swim
Caving to our every whim
And in that child,
I found a spark
That breathed the life
Back into my broken heart
To a Barnacle.
The best Barnacle.
If I lost my job.
I could make it.

If I lost my car.
I could make it.

If I lost you.
I just couldn't take it.

This world we share for built for two.
So living it without you would make me blue.
If men in love would admit this.
Even they would know it is true.

If I lost a dream.
I could make it.

If I lost this ring(on my finger)
I be shaken.

But If I lost you.
I just couldn't make it.

You my life source of sunshine.
The support I need.
You're the heart that I forever want beating around me.

If I lost all hope.
You be willing to pick me .

There can never be another worth all the gold you are in my eyes.
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