Poetry Blog by Olivia Kaitlyn

I am the night sky

Rain, tears, basically the same thing right? One dripping from the darkened fabric of the night sky and one running from the creases in my eyes. I never know how to feel and yet somehow when the sky is tired, I'm tired and when the sky is sad, I'm sad. Maybe we are one in the same. Maybe part of me is the night sky, my freckles the constellations, my hands always reaching, grasping for the stars ...

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To My Bedroom Floor

To my bedroom floor, i’m sorry for leaving you in shambles i'm sorry for showing you all the intimate places on my body To the torn up pieces of paper on my bedroom floor, i'm sorry for never finding use with you, tearing off every part of you until you are rendered worthless, until the only place you will feel truly welcome will be my trash can To my trash can, i'm sorry for giving you al...

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