Katherine Olivia

Kat 29 (She/Her) Just a girl living in SoFlo hoping she has something important to say and annoyed as hell by people trying to tell me who I am

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Kind of crazy to think that my parents thought forgiving the loan my soon to be ex husband and I have with them would prevent us from getting divorced…

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Laid in a drunken stupor

In the backseat of an uber

And I’ve got my fingers

Inside my math tutor

Learning equational terms

Correcting my posture

Time passing as a blur

With a lucky chauffeur

Watching me, I’m sure,

Breathe answers into her

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If getting my heart broken

At the hands of

Someone I love

Is inevitable

Then…

Having you

Be the one

To break me down

Would be the sweetest sorrow

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Somehow,

I am both

a defenseless lamb

and a toxic manipulator.

Those things can’t coexist

within the same mind, so what am I?

A sheep dressed in wolf’s clothing

Or a wolf amongst sheep?

I think I’m neither.

I’m just me.

Trying.

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I feel like if being hurt by those we love is inevitable, being hurt by you would be the greatest sweetest sorrow.

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There are very few things I hate more than being told what I am supposed to be or become.

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I live in the perfect place for cloud appreciation

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Throwback to my bachelorette party before my first wedding

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Before I ever could admit,

I’ve always loved you,

I wrote to you and about you.

I infused my stories

with your essence.

Your ethereal whimsy

leaving traces on my skin,

I’ve always held your heart.

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I wish I told him how much I love him a long ass time ago. I could’ve saved myself hell of a lot of heartache.

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The next time I see the love of my life, when he returns from deployment will be in just a couple months… and for only a couple days. Never more than a couple of stolen days here and there until the end of his 5 year contract ends…. I have 3 more years until it can be anything more than a couple stolen days here and there and late night phone calls.

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Would it be too niche for me to write about my experience being a secret non believing Mormon in high school?

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Throwback to where I was so close to blackout drunk. I was practically throwing myself at a guy who was at my friend’s house, which I totally would still do sober since I’m a horny bitch. HOWEVER, he politely declined and said he’s not into hookup culture and doesn’t want to sleep with someone or even kiss if there’s no emotional intimacy. I love emotional connection as much as the next whimsical poetry lady, but I’m also an absolute slut who wants to be railed by a stranger once in a while.

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“Stardust and Sugar”

I know a young boy

who has eyes like nebulas

and voice like candy

— K.O. 🩷

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14 years ago, me with my “best friend”

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The world is a much more beautiful place when I remember I’m walking on the same planet as so many people I love.

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I love you

but sometimes

the word “love”

feels too small.

I’ve said the word “love”

to so many different people

that now I strive to find

something more meaningful

I love you,

but I don’t just love you.

I am drawn to your impossible depth —

every thought making connections

to another thought or idea

and somehow another,

like tunneling roots

deep underground.

You choose your words oh so carefully —

holding each one up close to the light

examining their beauty and flaws

before offering them to me,

and in your tenderness

and thoughtfulness

I feel seen.

Not observed.

Not analyzed.

Not picked apart.

Seen.

As though you’ve learned

the language of me —

fluent in the words

I can never manage to say.

You are uniquely clever.

I knew that from the start,

but it is your hunger for more

that makes you a work of art.

Every conversation with you

opens another open in the world.

Every answer becomes a question.

Every question becomes a doorway.

In your mind,

life is always exciting.

I’m never bored

when I’m with you.

And perhaps that’s not

what I cherish the most

because above all else,

you feel like home —

not the house I grew up in

or a thumbtack on the map,

but the feeling of relief —

laying down something heavy,

something I didn’t even realize

I was still carrying with me,

the feeling of roots finding earth,

the feeling of being safe.

And in the safety of you,

love feels too small again,

but I will continue to tell you

I love you.