olivia anne

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 Jan 2019

loving me

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.

olivia anne Jan 2019

after third

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

letters to my almost soulmate (#1)

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.

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.