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olivia anne Feb 2019
maybe i’m losing you
because we went so fast
and time is finally catching up with us.
i wrote this 3 months ago but it’s even more true these days.
Feb 2019 · 99
church friends
olivia anne Feb 2019
i have one friend
who i can sit and talk to for hours
about politics and
feminism
and Christianity.

i have another
who makes us all question everything.
he always asks “why?”
he has an ability to form an opinion so different from what is “normal.”

i also have a friend
who sings so loudly
even though he doesn’t sound the best...
he is a leader among us,
and he shoots free throws with me in the gym after church.

i have one more friend
who i’ve known for a very long time
and who is so goofy.
he’s always doing something funny
and he’s one of the most loyal people i’ve ever met.

one i know i’ll be friends with forever,
another i’ll probably consult every so often if i have an important deep question.
another who is looking at the basketball team of the school who’s journalism program i love,
and my family will always be connected to the other one’s.
it worries me to think about the future;
i’m living so strongly in the now.
Feb 2019 · 270
playing dumb
olivia anne Feb 2019
why
do i feel required
to undermine my intelligence
around smart boys?
why is it so ingrained in us as children
that being beautiful is more important
than being smart;
that talking too loud or too much isn’t attractive
that boys don’t like someone smarter than them?
Feb 2019 · 96
summer camp
olivia anne Feb 2019
the fact that
you were starting to like me
and i was starting to like you
and people were telling you i was a terrible person
and that you should like someone else,
makes me want to go back in time and tell you how i felt.
we could have had something
if only we had known about the other’s feelings
and you hadn’t listened to my supposed friends.
you said people broke the “not liking anyone in the group” pact and i asked who because i honestly couldn’t remember. you surprised me by saying you had a thing for me for a few days.
Jan 2019 · 98
loving me
olivia anne Jan 2019
i want to learn
how to love myself
instead of wasting time
loving boys who will never love me back.
maybe i should take a break from them:
the young men who make my heart flutter and sink all in the range of a 5 minute conversation
and focus on what really matters.
i should worry less about giving love to so many others
and worry more about giving it to myself.
Jan 2019 · 188
after third
olivia anne Jan 2019
a short, exasperated little thing slams her locker and scurries around the corner
practically slamming into a telephone pole of a guy.
he smiles, says her name, and asks if she was trying to run him over
and it takes her a few seconds for the wheels of her brain to slow down enough to respond;
an awkward laugh and an eye roll
and a sarcastic “yeah” that is shouted as he’s still walking the other direction.
the wheels start up again and her little legs move even faster to make up for lost time.
how interesting this scene must have looked to the people passing by.
two people shouting at each other as they continued to walk down the hallway
both grinning wildly.
olivia anne Jan 2019
i loved you for almost a year
and for just one moment ,
you needed me;
you wanted me, too.
and i can’t even describe how powerful it made me feel.
Jan 2019 · 127
⭐️
olivia anne Jan 2019
sometimes the brightest stars
are the ones who shine
among airplanes and satellites,
cellphone towers that are just too tall,
foreigners in the night sky.

you know it’s really a star
if it blinds you
and outshines the rest of the sky
in the most keen way possible,
making you wonder
if it really belongs here
or if it’s supposed to be light years away
in a galaxy far bigger than ours.
today is my friend’s 17th birthday , and probably the last one she’ll spend in our small little town. she’s on to bigger and better things.
she’s a star.
Jan 2019 · 325
nice guy
olivia anne Jan 2019
you act like you’re all high and mighty,
like you’re the shining example for men everywhere.
the truth is
you’re just as bad as the boys you condemn,
luring me in with charm
and the “nice guy” attitude.
you’re not perfect;
stop telling people you are.
for the boy who flirts with me , while his girlfriend sits next to him on the couch , and the girl he’s in love with kisses her boyfriend on vacation in nyc.
Jan 2019 · 214
saw you saturday
olivia anne Jan 2019
i’m starting to notice all your flaws.
you touch people too often in conversation,
and the right side of your mouth turns up when you talk.
you’re so awkward when you play basketball
and your voice is weird.
it’s got a country quality to it
and if you listen hard enough
you can hear the lisp on your s’s.
you’re not near as perfect as i once thought you were.
i don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
Jan 2019 · 137
belmont u
olivia anne Jan 2019
can’t you just see us
leaving all of this behind
and going to college
and being together?
we’re just friends,
but there we could be so much more.
the other day i was wearing my belmont sweatshirt, and you told my friend, “hey, you know me and Olivia are going to belmont right”
Jan 2019 · 584
number 1
olivia anne Jan 2019
your ability to persevere
through the sweat
pain
and pure exertion
fascinates me.
you’re a different person on that court;
it’s almost magical.
you said it yourself
that everything in your life goes away
and it’s just you and the sport.
i wish i had something like that,
something to help me forget the struggles of daily life
in the same way it helps you forget
homework, girlfriends, and anything deeper that may be bothering you that day.
oh, to be the basketball star.
somehow you always seem to break out of your trance enough notice my best friend and me in the crowd though...
Jan 2019 · 194
the chase
olivia anne Jan 2019
i wonder what would happen if you broke up with her
and i had the chance to go after you.
would i still smile at you every time i saw you in the hallway?
would i still wait for you to say hi and then act like i wasn’t expecting it?
i hate to say it
but i think i’d go back to treating you like a friend;
the butterflies would leave
with the fear that she might find out i had feelings for you.
maybe i don’t want you,
i just like the idea of something i can’t have.
i can’t make up my mind about you.
Jan 2019 · 723
a year ago today
olivia anne Jan 2019
you use me;
string me along
like you have for years.
you whisper in my ear
just as i'm forgetting you,
tap my shoulder
as i'm walking away,
and i always whisper back,
turn around,
look at that smile,
and i'm doomed.
i wrote this poem on january 10, 2018 after a boy i had liked for years finally paid attention to me. wish i had known back then that some people just have flirty personalities.
Jan 2019 · 212
i
olivia anne Jan 2019
i
the day after we met
i told you
that i thought God put you in my life
to help me,
and you said you felt like we understood each other.
how did we form such a deep connection
having never seen each other in person,
and having only known each other for less than 24 hours?
that’s the kind of stuff that keeps me up at night.
“i feel this weird sense of understanding” then why aren’t we supposed to be together?
Jan 2019 · 201
see you saturday
olivia anne Jan 2019
i had a dream about seeing you this weekend
followed by a dream in which i was in a car accident.
i feel like that’s trying to tell me something.
Jan 2019 · 506
Untitled
olivia anne Jan 2019
i hate this stream of consciousness style
like nothing i write
has meter
rhythm
or rhyme.
it’s just my thoughts on paper
all jumbled up;
not even i can make sense of it.
Jan 2019 · 201
tired
olivia anne Jan 2019
i’m tired of spending every waking hour thinking about you
i’m tired of consoling you when you’re sad
and i’m tired of thinking that just because we connected so fast on such a deep level we’re soulmates that just haven’t had our time yet.
i’m starting to think that it’s never going to be our time,
and surprisingly i’m okay with that.
i still love you though, i just don’t think it’s in the way i have for so long.
Jan 2019 · 203
winter formal
olivia anne Jan 2019
you walked up to me
and we greeted each other with the stupid “classic white people” half smile
like we always do
and you said hey
and that we have our leadership thing this wednesday.
we talked about your eye surgery
and how i didn’t have time to eat dinner that night;
nonchalant little small-talk
that i normally would hate,
but with you it felt like the most intellectual conversation of my life.
standing there
you in that tux
and me in my ballgown
it felt normal,
like this was something we did everyday.
reality hit hard when you said goodbye
to go find the girl you came with.
i really just wish the two of you would break up, so we could get all dressed up and go to prom together
Jan 2019 · 926
getting my nails done
olivia anne Jan 2019
the last time i got a manicure
was the day i met you.
you helped me pick out the color,
a coral pink gel that i hated until you said it looked nice.
the longest we went without talking that day was the 5 minutes it took my nails to dry.
the manicure wore off after 2 weeks
but the crush certainly didn’t.
i got my nails done today, and you told me they looked cute even though i didn’t choose the color you picked out. we’ve come full circle.
Jan 2019 · 378
right person, wrong time
olivia anne Jan 2019
maybe when we don’t live far away,
and we can actually see each other more than twice a year.

maybe when i know what i want,
and can make clear choices.

maybe when you’re finally not in love with the girl that broke your heart.

maybe when we have ourselves together,
and know what God has in store for us,
we can get dinner sometime or something...
part of me hopes we’ll run into each other in a crowded coffee shop with our lives perfectly worked out, and it’ll all fall into place.
olivia anne Jan 2019
why do you still worship her,
when all she did was leave you broken?
you deserve better than this.

-to the guy in love with his ex
Jan 2019 · 163
b.k.p.
olivia anne Jan 2019
maybe one day
our winding paths will cross
in one open patch of green grass,
and we’ll stay there,
away from the chaos;
and the people who tell us
what to do
and who to be,
they’ll all be lost in the woods.
Jan 2019 · 243
december 16, 2018
olivia anne Jan 2019
i’m in this really weird place in my life
like i have so much love to give
and no one to give it to.
part of me thinks,
maybe the boy God gave you to help with life and love and to heal your soul,
or maybe the boy He sent to be a match of wits,
or the one who smiles at you in the hallway and makes your eyes light up every morning
or the countless other boys God sent you to prove that he is in control;
but then i realize
one will always need me,
as someone to council and advise him.
another will pretend i’m just another acquaintance, which i guess is true.
and the other, well i’m not sure
we’ll find out once he and his girlfriend break up.
olivia anne Jan 2019
you tell me that if i want him,
i should go get him.
would you still say that
if you knew
that the “him” i want
isn’t him,
but you?
Dec 2018 · 384
old souls
olivia anne Dec 2018
i can only see us
as two grown ups
sipping drinks
with little versions of us
asleep in their beds.

two old souls can’t be a young couple.
see you in 15 years.
i can’t wait to watch the evening news with you.
Dec 2018 · 323
pretentious
olivia anne Dec 2018
you made fun of the way i talk,
like it somehow alienated me.

words like “uppity” and “hoity toity”
that i was using to describe your friends.

“i’d love to read your essays...uppity.”

at that point i hadn’t realized that you were just as well off as they were
and here i was talking about how they made me feel like i didn’t belong,
just because my father didn’t own a boat or a summer house.

it was actually quite funny
i always thought you were like me,
a fake.
a middle class citizen playing pretend.
olivia anne Dec 2018
i could’ve stood there
in the freezing cold
talking to you
for the rest of my life.
my toes were numb,
but my smile was bright.
thanks for walking with me to get hot chocolate.
i felt warm and fuzzy for the rest of the night.
i can barely remember if we won the game.
Dec 2018 · 233
w
olivia anne Dec 2018
w
“i wouldn’t date him.”
“me neither.”
they all look at me and raise their eyebrows.
i stand firm in my answer.
i wouldn’t date you;
i’d marry you.
see you on the way to first.
Dec 2018 · 201
october night
olivia anne Dec 2018
everything is loud around us;
everyone is moving;
but it’s just you
and me
and the moon.
oh, and the clouds.
maybe they’ll cover up my feelings like they do the stars.
olivia anne Dec 2018
i can't tell
if i'm taking everything you say to me
and twisting it to fit my narrative
or if i might actually have a chance.
maybe i should invest in a few grains of salt.
to the boy i talk to in coach perrins class
Dec 2018 · 167
always him
olivia anne Dec 2018
if i had to say
who i’ve filled the most pages for
it wouldn’t be the boy
with the hazel eyes
who will probably never realize how i feel;
or the boy with money
who barely remembers my name;
or even the boy who’s with my best friend.
no, if i really counted,
i’ve written the most about a blue-eyed boy with a lisp and a broken heart, who i’ve only ever truly met once.
make that twice
Dec 2018 · 88
writer’s block
olivia anne Dec 2018
i sit for hours
trying to write something beautiful
and worthy of the world,
but all that comes from my heart
are nonsense poems about you.
Dec 2018 · 107
soft
olivia anne Dec 2018
you're like smooth jazz,
a piano rolling out notes
as Louis's trumpet dances.

like sweet coffee,
swirled with cream and sugar,
warm to the touch

a quiet walk in the park
preceding a picnic on the lush grass.

soft comforts in a loud world.
Dec 2018 · 267
4.4.18
olivia anne Dec 2018
i've seen your smile in my fathers face as i twirled around in a sea of pink chiffon.
i've looked into that sparkle in your eyes everytime my mother sang me to sleep.
i've heard our witty banter,
when my grandparents bicker on the way to church.
you've told me you're proud of me,
as my family smiles after my first performance.
you've helped me through so much,
everytime i sought help from my best friend.
we may have just met,
but i've known you for years
Dec 2018 · 119
moving on
olivia anne Dec 2018
i hope one day
i can look back
at all the boys i chased,
see them,
happy with the lives they've made;
see myself,
and know i've moved on.
Dec 2018 · 450
flower
olivia anne Dec 2018
i'm a flower;
you fall for the petals,
and the captivating scent.
you uproot me,
crush the stem,
forget to water me,
and wonder why i wilt.
Dec 2018 · 99
Untitled
olivia anne Dec 2018
i don't like the way you treat me,
like i'm just a puzzle,
for you to take out when you're bored
and attempt to put together.
the pieces don't fit,
but you always try and force them to.
just because she won't let you solve her,
doesn't mean i will.
i don't belong to you
and i never will.

— The End —