When I was younger,
I'd change the station,
At the first sign of an Olivia Rodrigo song.

When I was younger,
I never knew the toll someone could take on you,
The way they could change you,
In a way nobody seems to understand.

Now that I'm here,
Listening to every single Olivia song,
I understand the things a person taken by love will do.
Now that I'm here,
I know what it's like to wreck your life,
For the hope you'll get something back.

At times I still want to take it back,
Fold into your arms,
Defeated, but loved.
At times I hate myself,
For latching onto your memory.
That I let you hog a part of me,
Can you please go away?

how do I satisfy the need
to see into the eyes
of the one I've yet to meet?

(I wrote a new poem and it really means something to me so I thought I would share it.)


I want you to make love to me,
But not for why you think.
It’s not just for lust,
Or just a feeling my body craves.

I want you to make love to me
Because I crave to feel all of your skin
Pressed against my own bare flesh.

I want you to make love to me
To calm all of the thoughts in my head
That try to make me doubt your pure intentions.

I want you to make love to me
And speak beautiful words from your perfect lips,
So they can drift into my ears like music.

I want you to make love to me
Because I long for the light touch,
And kisses that will come before the fire.

I want you to make love to me,
While I tell you all these rough fantasies,
But want this at the very same instant.

I want you to make love to me
As I admire just how handsome you are,
Through the light shining in through the window.

I want you to make love to me
So I will be held and taken care of
Once you have ruined me in the best ways.

I want you to make love to me
Because I want you to understand
Just how much love I will always have for you.

I want you to make love to me
For all of these alternate reasons.
But I have no words to speak to make you realize what I mean.
So I wrote you this stupid poem instead.


I love you

What jungle is unfettered
Unrestrained online
Lifes imaginary heaven,
Amazon, Bezos breadline.

Like a god itself
It keeps on giving
Whatever hour
Whatever click

And I can give back
What dropped sour
From the branches

Monkeys ******* returns
Peeling ripe bananas.
Never lost
In this jungle Savannah

But God will be there
Fulfilling your need
Even if not needed
You land softly in greed.

There's his mistress,
Whole Foods, eager
To take your return
While you walk
Feeding their ledger.

Then you wake hungry
Again a trigger is tripped
Stumbling to a screen
Ill-equipped

Forever, until you stop.

"Who are you?" life asked me.
"A fighter," I answered.
"Who are you?" life asked me.
"A kind soul," I answered.
"Who are you?" life asked me.
"A child of God," I replied.
Life no longer asks me this question,
because I have finally found the only answer that I shall ever need.
I no longer awaken in the stillness of night, with a question lingering on my lips.  

-Rhia Clay

i'm done with everyone.
you hate when i need you, but
you hate it worse when i don't.

how can i win?
i don't even want to play anymore

Be inspired by many things
but don't get caught by wanting
and wanting to be
everything.

L.C.