by Olivia Moore | May 19, 2025 | Lesson of The Day, Love or Infatuation I suppose...
It’s Time to Get Back to My First Love…Writing.
I’m so full of lessons that sometimes it’s just easier to write than to record a video.
So today, I want to talk about love and relationships — and the many lessons that can come from them. My latest one? Whew. It was a tough one.
If you’re reading this expecting a story full of blame, shame, and drama… go ahead and close this tab.
But if you’re here for the real, for the lesson and the blessing that can come from heartbreak — keep reading.
The truth is…
I fell in love.
And I fell hard.
I met someone who made me feel safe and soft.
Seen and sexy.
Like I could do anything.
Shit felt like magic.
Cracked my heart wide open and let all the mush I’d tucked away come pouring out.
Whew…
It was like my rose-colored glasses became permanently attached to my face. I couldn’t see any wrong. No red flags. No reason to guard myself.
And the poems that were written?
Pure love and passion.
The playlists?
Endless.
Smitten…
Struck by a love bug I thought I was immune to.
It was all good…
Until it wasn’t.
There were delayed responses…
Energetic distance…
And instead of pulling back,
I gave more.
And more.
And more.
Until I just couldn’t anymore.
Did it hurt?
Yes.
But it taught me a valuable lesson — on balance, on self-love.
That it’s okay to give and receive.
To pay attention.
To make sure I’m not doing the damn most just to keep someone close.
I started to question myself.
Maybe I wasn’t “fit enough”…
Maybe I’m too much…
Maybe I talk too much…
But none of that was true.
What was true…
was that this cracked open a lesson I’ve probably been running from my entire life:
That I give so much love to others…
that I neglect myself.
And this wasn’t the first time.
But this time, the distance — the silence — made me pause.
Made me pay attention.
Made me choose to let this be the last time I betray myself like that.
It’s a pattern.
A habit.
A wound.
A spell.
One that needs to be broken.
And somehow, despite the pain, I love this man…
and this experience…
even more —
because of what it taught me.
The opportunity to grow.
To evolve.
To shed old patterns.
So to that man — and to myself — I say:
Thank you.
by Olivia Moore | Oct 9, 2018 | Love or Infatuation I suppose..., poems, Poetry
It seems as if as soon as I clear a space something comes along and gets dumped in it
Causing me to do more work just to get it clear again
Tired of feeling as if I’m not living life at my own pace
Tired of seeing my time improve
But still feeling as if I’m never going to win the race
My life is my journey to make
But there’s only so much I can take
So ultimately I have to decide
Will I sit and silence and learn to adjust or convince you to see my side
I’m tired
A whole year later and same old words
Both of us hoping to be heard
Me feeling as if I have no voice
Now I sit here 12 weeks along feeling as if I have no choice
I refuse to sit here and tell myself that I have to adjust to something new
Feeling as if I’m not able to out what to do
How will we pay bills
Whose going to help clean the house
We are in this together
We are real partners
No more dealing with a spouse
You’re right there’s been no progress
Same old conversations
I refuse to handle this like I handle past situations
No more being silent and going with the flow
No more sprinting hoping that you’ll be happy with how fast I can go
This three legged race has gone as far as it can go .
Feel free to run at your own pace
Cause there is nothing more I can do than to step back and give you more space
by Olivia Moore | Feb 26, 2018 | Love or Infatuation I suppose..., poems, Poetry
I’m learning that it’s not them it’s me
My thoughts make me afraid of what will be
Too afraid to be happy
Fighting against this thing called vulnerability
Truth is I’m wide open
Trying to find a way to plug at least one side of my nose
I’m starting to lose control
But this time it feels so good
So why question if it’s real
Why try to tuck away how I feel
I guess because I’ve been done this road or two
Where I was so caught up in it all
that eventually I felt like a fool
Ignored all of the warning signs
Ignored my gut and my mind
They told me to follow my heart
I want this time to be different
I guess that’s a good place to start….
To be Continued
by Olivia Moore | Feb 26, 2018 | Love or Infatuation I suppose..., Poetry
I tell people all the time that they can experience heaven every day
But people rarely believe the things that I say
My life has been filled with moments that I wished weren’t real
But my time with you makes me wish I could bottle up how I feel
I wanna share it with the folks that need a moment to feel good
I prayed for the day when I cared less about time
and peace and comfort would take over my mind..
When I’d be surrounded by all the things that fill me ..
fulfill me
full fill me ..
Feel Me
Incense burning
music flowing
watching the artist master another piece…
His brushes and strokes make me release…..
It’s as if time doesn’t even exist..
Nothing could possibly feel better than this….
by Olivia Moore | Jun 19, 2017 | Lesson of The Day, Love or Infatuation I suppose..., Poetry
Let’s just be honest
Let’s just be real
You and I both know the deal
Good timing mixed with similar situations
Can cause you to assume that it’s love or infatuation
We’re both professional pain killers
I know you call me when you need a void filler
You know i call you when i need a healer
The pill is easier to swallow when you don’t resist
The truth I can’t dismiss
I can only give my perspective
i’ve had time to sit still
excuse me if i’m semi reflective
You see
I chose to leave a situation
that equipped me to help my mate
it was lack of communication and trust that left me too full to handle the commitment on my plate
my brain never adjusted
i was unfulfilled
So I left in search of something to help me heal
Someone to understand how I felt
and still feel
someone who would appreciate my flaws and insecurities
Someone who didn’t mind spending time with me
As much as I’ve grown to be addicted to the moments we share
and i truly feel as if you really do care
The reality i must face
I have some healing to do before I allow someone anyone in my space
by Olivia Moore | May 8, 2017 | Love or Infatuation I suppose..., Music
Music is bae
He always knows just what to say
Knows how to motivate me when i get lost along the way
Music is bae
He comforts me when i’m down
Lubricates my yummy places when it’s bout to go down
Music is bae
Sometimes he gets on my last nerve
At times he yells at me reminding me of my worth and what I deserve
Music is a bae
I love our weekly getaways
He’s by my side at least 8.5 hours of my day
Music is bae
He wipes away my tears
speaks to my spirit
eases all my fears
Music is bae
I pray that this love last forever
He and I can get through anything together ….
