annmarie

annmarie Dec 2013

You are
a clap of thunder
in the midst of a summer storm,
exciting and full of life,
but you are also
the next day,
when the sun is shining
and there isn't a single cloud in the sky.

You are
restlessness, impatience,
and the feeling that
there is too much else
that's keeping both of us away,
but you are also
contentment,
and knowing that
even if I don't get all of you right now,
there isn't any rush,
and the hope that even though
forever is past the horizon,
it's still there waiting for us
...someday.

You are*
my favorite book,
the one I know by heart
and can recite all
your greatest quotes,
but you are also
a book I've never read before,
that I can't wait to learn more about
with each new chapter.

You are
a lot of things
that are completely new to me
and I'm both curious
and a little apprehensive,
but you are also
a lot of things
that make me feel like
I've known you my whole life
and want to know you forever.

annmarie Dec 2013

After the Aria

You treat your life
as if it were a dance,
carefree and
happy and
light.
And for a short while,
I had the honor
of one of your hands
cupping my shoulderblade,
while the other
was laced with mine
and you led
the both of us
through a song I could have
listened to forever.

I didn't realize that the melody
could end quite so soon.

And I know that you've finally
found a new dance partner,
but still, part of me hopes
that you're missing
being in step with me
as much as I've
been missing it with you.

annmarie Dec 2013

Why I Hate the 1-10 Scale

But I can't understand
why the hell
people actually believe
that a number one-through-ten
could actually ever
be an accurate representation
of who a person is.
As if a number,
barely two digits at its best,
could ever actually capture
what makes up a person—
their passion in life, their favorite art piece,
their tears at 2:56 AM (and what caused them,)
their hopes, the way they like to wear their hair,
or how they treat the people
who can do nothing for them.
Not even a hundred digits could summarize that.
So, sorry if you thought you were being nice—
but I'm not an "8."
I'm not anything;
don't think for a second
that you can confine me
to a ******* number
and just write it off
like everything I am can fit
into something as simple as that.

annmarie Dec 2013

Seven, Two, Infinity

I never thought
that seven days
was a long time to have to wait
for anything—
until I had to
wait patiently here
and count down the seconds
until I got to see you again.

And I never thought
that seven days
was enough time
to fall for someone—
but it only took two
for me to realize
that your everything
was something I felt like
I needed more of.

*(And I have no idea
how many days
it takes for someone like me
to fall in love with someone like you—
but at the rate things are going,
it's the kind of thing
I really hope I get to do
someday soon.)

annmarie Dec 2013

Most

Spending time with you
is a little bit like
making hot chocolate
at the end of a freezing cold day
and grabbing my favorite book off the shelf.
It's familiar and it's comfortable
and even though it gets more predictable
with each new chapter,
I only ever love it more and more.

You're like the ending scene
of my favorite movie—
I already know the music by heart
but it never makes me love the harmony any less.

(And we're a bit like those harmonies, too
We're different completely
but when we're together
we bring out the best in each other
and make it even better.)

And nothing feels more natural
than lacing my fingers between yours
and letting each other sense
our pulses quickening in unison.
Nothing feels better
than letting your presence be enough
and not needing anything else
but each other in the moment,
being just us, without having to
fit into anyone else's molds.

That's when I love you most—
when you let down your walls
and fit your own mold
instead of the one
everybody around you has shaped.

That's when I love you most.

annmarie Dec 2013

Exhale

And I'm here tonight
(thousands of miles away from you)
trying again and again
to relive the moment
when you told me you still loved me,
wanting to view it in the kind of way
that could spark inspiration
on how exactly
I could take that moment
and find the right words
to describe it in a poem.

I think the reason
that I still can't figure it out
is because the conversation in itself
was already more amazing
than any of my poems could ever be.

The past few days with you
have been more beautiful
than any combination of words
could ever accurately describe,
starting with the moment you kissed me
and it felt like finally letting go
of the breath I've been holding in for months.

Every moment since then,
I've felt every bit as free,
leading up to last night
when I told you I still loved you, too.

annmarie Dec 2013

Postcard to India and Sophia

After waiting all week
of the school break
for this afternoon,
when I get back on a plane
to go home to everything I know,
I'm finally packing away my sundresses
and trading them in for cashmere.
Because Florida can be nice
when you're there for a few days,
but I miss my bedroom,
and my school,
and most importantly,
my amazing best friends—
and the unexplainable happiness
that comes with coming back
to the two of you.
So how was the week without me?
Was everything crazy enough
for you both?
Oh, I can't wait to see you again—
I've been waiting all week
just to get back to Monday.
I'll see you third period—
for now I've still got a few more things
to continue packing up.
Love you lots, girls—
I'll call as soon as I can.