March 2025
Will it ever be enough that I am still to grow, that I am capable of a sprout, that the things I feel cannot be acted behind a curtain on stage, will it ever be enough to look at me, to sit with me in a booth made of red leather, to share a purse and fill it with soil, will it ever be enough that you are wearing a stain of my heart, that you can build a cross and nail me to it, that you can board the windows and leave me here, leave me with a bowl of water, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me with sunlight, leave me for a greenhouse, will it ever be enough to see a single stem, will it ever be enough to flower twice a year, will it ever be enough to touch one leaf and let me wilt through winter, to wait and wait and wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait behind the curtain, wait in the window, wait here and hold this, wait for me to feel warmth
– ODH
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Olivia Dodge
23 | Chicago
ig: l1vyzzzz & lntlmate
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Thursday 8:08
I'm having trouble sleeping and saying I love you That's not because the pillows are too soft or the heat is on, or the mattress is sinking in on your side / Not because I always sleep better with piano playing between my ears or my throat gets dry too often / Not because I can feel my heartbeat like temptation and no, breathing exercises don’t slow it down / Not because you don’t say it or show it or make me feel it / Not because the sun is creeping up behind our heads or the cold on my ribs is keeping me alive / I’m not sure I can tell you what you want to hear / I’m not sure I can hold you with my eyes and kiss you with my hands / I’m not sure I can overcome myself to find you next to it / My body / My body / My body / Hold me / still-ly / So I may drift into the rest / Of us / Where I don’t love you the way I want to / But the way you need to be loved / still-ly
By Olivia Dodge12 months ago in Poets
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Powerful!