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Tayah Oconnor Poem
I think sexual assault can hold you on a rope,
tightening with every memory, every whispered “please let it go.”
I think making jokes out of my own scars
is how I learn to breathe beneath the stars.
I think holding onto something you know will never return
is like clutching smoke that your hands burn, but your heart will always yearn.
I think staring at the reflection of your phone,
seeing tears that aren’t your own,
teaches you grief has its own rhythm,
and loss leaves footprints in the corners of your eyes.
I think laughing while shadows linger at the edge of sight,
is a truth too sharp to deny.
But if I’m being honest, I don’t think anyone ever really dies, they hide in corners, in whispers, and in lullabies.
I think the things that are real will always find a way back to you,
like soft pieces of sunlight sneaking through a cracked window.
I think growing up in two different homes
makes you question which walls are really yours,
which floors will hold you without shaking,
which kitchens smell like comfort rather than a borrowed life, and how where you used to love going, has now turned into the house of a husband and wife.
I think growing up is strange,
because the idea of being permanently on my own
has always been a quiet, growing fear,
it sits behind my ribs like a restless animal, waiting for that certain time of the year.
I think when the sun dips low,
when the dark begins to swallow everything you know,
the smallest interactions, a smile, a word, a hand reaching for yours,
can ignite a spark so bright it hums beneath your skin.
I think this paragraph is raw,
but it’s what I saw,
what I felt,
what I couldn’t tell anyone without seeing what cards I had just dealt.
I think it’s rough,
but maybe this is what growing up really is,
a collection of the number 2, and of any miracles sleeping beneath the dim light,
of laughter ringing through the hollows of old pain,
of shadows dancing alongside the night.
Some of these lines you may never fully see,
but as I said from the start, these are just my thoughts,
and now, you’ve just lived every single one with me.
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2025
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Tayah Oconnor Poem
Two houses is what I call home, with two kitchens and a bed in two places I roam.
I walk the streets without knowing what’s next, could it be the worst or it may be the best, with arguments I hear and the stuff that I see, I ever wonder if it's had an effect on me, with secrets to have and nothing to be told is something that made these places so cold, for I don’t like to argue or scream or shout, but sometimes, it’s how my words get out.
For I sit late at night, not a sound in reach, for the things I say in my head I will preach. With two of everything all of my life, I wonder what it’s like for a husband and a wife,
when you get married how do you feel, do you feel as if the world has just gotten real, do you want this person for the rest of your life, or maybe you don’t want a husband or wife,
for questions I ask who will answer, like diseases in the world, what causes cancer? With the things I own, and the things I share, I wonder if I get all up in peoples hair, do I bother people I know, but they just don’t let it show, do they know I’m here or am I just a sound in their ear.
With two car's and dogs, the answer lays in the fog, something you mightn’t understand, or maybe you just can't, when you look at the sky and you ask why, you only live a bit, so ask every question with a smile, I can’t tell you this and I can’t tell you that, because you promised this and I promised that,
I miss people that are dead, but I don’t tell anyone as it is different in my head, I wish it was one home with one happy family, with one father one mother and we all live happily, with my sister and my brother, we’re from the same mother, I might not know his father but I know I’m some man’s daughter.
For those who choose to leave and those who choose to stay are the people I hope to see everyday, I don’t read this note, because it’s not something I quote, I leave the thoughts in my head and put my thinking to bed.
When it’s late and night, when there is no light, I think and I sit, and I watch and I blink, the more blinks I take, is the more tired I’ll be, but I can’t stop thinking of what’s best for me, do I talk to someone, do I say what I need to, but what’s in my head I don’t want to be in yours too, I cry to myself because I find comfort all alone, but some days I wish it wasn’t two places I called home,
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2024
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Tayah Oconnor Poem
9 lives is the most you can live, 1 heart is the most you can give,
9 lives, 1 love, and to me, you are more then enough,
I’d choose you a million times over, but I could only choose you 9, I have nine lives to tell you when it’s right,
I’m sure one minute out of nine could be the right time,
at least that is what I think, but it only takes 1 second to blink,
1 second and the person I love most faded away, until my next life sees the light of day,
at-least I see it that way,
I hope you do too, but my nine lives don’t matter to you,
9 lives to live, but only 1 so true, in every moment out of 9, it’s always been you,
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2025
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Tayah Oconnor Poem
The thought of losing you haunted me day by day,
losing you before I said everything I wanted to say,
I’m scared,
what if your gone before I tell how much I love you,
what if there’s no one to make my heart race how you do,
you can’t get everything you want, I know that,
but I wished you were an exception, for me to be pushed into your every direction,
everywhere you go, it’s the places I learn to know,
off by heart to find you when you leave, to tell you every lingering word I hid up my sleeve,
I guess they were never hidden, I just couldn’t say the words out loud because I knew we were forbidden,
I’ll remember your every step, there’s nothing you’ve said to me that I’ve learned to forget,
though the stars may frown on this love that’s been hidden, I danced with you in every dark corner, even when I knew we were forbidden,
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2025
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Roses are red violets are blue,
deep down I know I’m not in love with you, but yet again my heart speaks the truth,
roses aren’t all red, and everyone knows violets aren’t blue,
the last person I thought I would love so deeply, would be you,
roses aren’t all red, it’s impossible for violets to be blue,
the biggest lie I ever told, was when I said I wasn’t in love with you.
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2025
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There isn’t a line in this world I wouldn’t cross for you,
because deep down you will never know the lengths I would go for you, I do, you don’t, but you think I won’t, I love you more than anything in this big world, any length every distance, every mile you deserve, whether it was running, jogging or walking, if every word I ever said made you smile, I’d never stop talking, even when my jaw starts to hurt, I’d give you every silent whisper you deserve, to love you means to lose my mind, but if I can love you without a mind, I’ll love you with my heart in every life time.
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2025
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I know you won’t live forever, but if there’s one thing I can guarantee, you're going to live forever in me,
if my days come to an end, and it’s the last thing I do, I promise to spend the rest of my days loving you, from morning to night, I’ll show you a love considered right, a love that shines through the dark, the brightest light you’ve ever seen, every time I tell you I love you, this paragraph is what I mean,
I love you, doesn’t describe how I feel about you, I love you are words to little for you, I would keep you in my heart, the place only I know, the place where my love will continue to grow, there’s millions of words in the dictionary, yet none of them can describe what you mean to me,
every moment we spend together, it’s something bittersweet and memorable, but if I had to describe you in one word, I think I’d say inevitable,
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2025
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I wrote this for you, every letter that meets your gaze, every word that will replay in your head for days, I wrote this for you, I wrote all of it, hoping that maybe one day you would see, and you would believe what you meant to me, all the I love you’s, all the distant stares, heaven was a place for after death but I had already been there, I wrote this for you, through blood sweat and tears, as my writing improved through the years, in my head, I told you I’d change, and I did, I wrote the furthest of dreams, on one sheet of paper, and I hoped you would see them later, for the lovers you know, and the limited lengths they are tired to do, I wrote this for you.
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2025
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Tayah Oconnor Poem
We never dated,
part of me knew we never would, but I still waited,
you were my furthest dream, my largest hope, I missed you the most when I realised I couldn’t go home, home was within you,
home was beyond my furthest of reach, yet no matter where I go, it will forever remain your name I preach.
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2025
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I heard you're broken and you feel you can’t be fixed, I heard what you think about love and how you think that it’s rigged.
It only works if the boy loves the girl more, anything other than that and it’s always the boy who holds the keys to the door, a man’s heart is hollow, yet a woman’s is full, full of joy and love which never made the man feel dull.
You always say how you don’t like putting your heart on the line, but in one heartbeat, without a doubt I’d give you mine, of course, if yours was ever broken, and just by looking at you I could tell with nothing ever being spoken,
because I feel like you need it, maybe my eyes too, so that you will see how beautiful you are, if you see how I do, I daydream that we went on a walk together, it was dark and it was plain cold weather, you said how you didn’t want to fall in love again, and that you kept your heart hid away in a den.
but if that dream was real, and the words came out of my mouth too, if of any miracle you find yourself in a position to fall in love again, make that person me, and that’s always what I've wanted to say to you.
Copyright © Tayah Oconnor | Year Posted 2024
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