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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.
olivia anne May 2019
i could fall for my best friend.
our blushing cheeks and smiles
could be mistaken for something more
than the response to a joke
and i could fall for him.

i could flirt with him
and he could take me seriously
instead of laughing it off
as he does with everyone else.
we could talk
and i could flirt.

i could smile
and laugh
and flirt
and fall.
why not?
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.
olivia anne Apr 2019
The Notre Dame is burning,
and no one understands why I’m upset.
No, I’ve never seen it in person,
never been inside to admire its beauty,
but it’s been in me.
For years,
Paris has been this image of perfection,
of dreams coming true,
of life being fulfilled,
and now,
the Notre Dame is burning,
and I can’t stop crying
over a place I’ll never go.
it’s like a dream is dying
olivia anne Apr 2019
i used to be filled
with swarms of tickling butterflies-
a nervous, nauseous feeling that accompanied me everywhere i went,
along with the intense feeling that one of you might be somewhere up ahead.
now all i feel
is the autonomous cycle of my breath
and my pulse,
no longer too fast.
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...
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 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.
olivia anne Mar 2019
you said you’d like to live in virginia.
oh, how i could see us
among the old buildings and tulip trees,
driving down to savannah, georgia for spring break
to see the spanish moss
and the gorgeous houses that you told me looked like they were all squished together,
or up to boone, north carolina,
where i swear it’s fifty degrees year-round

wherever i end up
i hope you’re there too.
we could take the commute to dc
and we could name our kids after presidents
like your brothers.
olivia anne Mar 2019
it’s crazy to think
that after all this time
we’ve lost that “another life” connection.
you don’t cry to me anymore
and i don’t try to fix you.
you aren’t the person i go to when i’m sad anymore,
because you don’t listen and give the best advice anymore.
we’re just two people
who used to have something
that i thought was so special.
i’m just the girl you go to for instant gratification
and you’re just the boy i can’t let go of.
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?
olivia anne Jul 2019
you asked to read my poems
and i couldn’t show you
out of fear
that you would see me-
who i really am-
and run for the hills.
there’s not many about you,
but i don’t want you to read my heart and never want to see me again.
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 Apr 2019
what makes you so special;
that i sit and write poems for you every night?
what makes you so perfect;
that no one bothers to ask you what’s wrong?
what makes you so beautiful;
that i loved you before i knew you, and as i knew you, and after i knew you?
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
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.
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.
olivia anne Aug 2019
i’m so used
to instant attraction
that i overlooked you
for years.
now i look back
and can’t believe i missed all the signs
you were there the entire time
standing beside me as i picked the guy on the other side.
smiling at me as i chose a smile through the phone.
olivia anne May 2019
for the first time in a month
you almost met my eyes in the hallway.
you almost smiled
i saw it when you turned away.
it’s okay,
i almost smiled too.
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.
olivia anne Mar 2019
i feel the most like myself
when i’m with you.
i could tell you anything
and you’d just lean your head on the steering wheel and laugh.
i want someone like you for the rest of my life:
someone that says funny things because i look like i need to laugh,
someone that listens to me ramble for hours on end and seems genuinely interested,
someone that waits for me on the sidewalk.

i think someone like you could be my forever.
olivia anne Jun 2019
summer:
kisses from angels,
both those metaphorical
and those with blue eyes;
dust floating from the pages of a well loved novel;
strawberries in ice cream
and in lipsmacker chapstick.

summer sun brings out
the blonde in my hair
and the freckles on my cheeks
as well as the idea that maybe
i can start over
and be new
before fall.
inspired by a quote from great gatsby
about life beginning over again in summer
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.
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
olivia anne Oct 2019
i hope you never give it back-
it’s childish, i know.
but i want to see you
wear my hair tie on your wrist.
i want people to ask you
whose it is
and i want you to tell them.
i want it to be your favorite accidental gift
that you’ve ever received.
so no, you don’t have to give it back.
olivia anne Oct 2019
you tell me not to plan my future
that i shouldn’t stress myself out over something i can’t control.
you tell me to make my own decisions
instead of trying to please everyone.
you provide much needed reality checks
when my dreams become too wild
or my fears too large.
i am so thankful you’re in my life.
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.
olivia anne Aug 2019
thank you
for telling me i’m better off
without you.
thank you for saying i can do better.
thank you for offering to be there for me.
my heart said goodbye to you last night.
i am at peace
for the first time
since the day i met you.
i can’t thank you enough for helping me let go.
i never knew why
i wasn’t comfortable letting go completely.
thank you for closure.
goodnight ian
olivia anne Apr 2019
a list of reasons why i can’t stand you

1: you treat me like a child
2: you act like i’m worthless since i’m not in a relationship
3: you pressure me
4: you undermine my problems
5: you use me
6: you make me feel worthless and powerful at the same time
7: you’re an emotional cheater
8: i don’t know how to forget you
9: i think i’ll always want you
10: you’ll never be clear about how you feel/felt  about me.
you read this list, and knew. you knew it was always you, and my cover was finally blown. in the worst way possible.
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.
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.
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.
olivia anne Jun 2019
as i look out my window
and see the blue ridge mountains
i am reminded
of a boy
who wanted to live in virginia.

as my parents drive on this curvy interstate,
its him yelling at the cars and eighteen-wheelers,
and it’s me reading in the passenger seat.

as we near the city ,
it’s us taking the metro each day
to jobs in important places.
and taking it back home each night
to our home in virginia
with jam, and coffee, and china cabinets.
olivia anne Mar 2020
here i am
thinking about a boy who wanted to live in virginia.

here i am
wondering what i did wrong,
and how i managed to misunderstand
every little thing.

here i am
regretting wasting over a year
convincing myself that we could be perfect
and beating myself up when we didn’t live up to that expectation.
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.
olivia anne Feb 2019
you asked me who these poems were about
and i didn’t have the heart to tell you
that almost every word
i’ve ever written
has been for you.
all for you.
You told me to just find him and go for it. It’s you you idiot.
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
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.

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