You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
HANNAH PEARLWrite me as if I were already a poem. Pen the stanzas as if storms and ships could birth something sacred. Color it a religious experience.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
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I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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I am hurting. I am angry. I am one hundred and thirty-two synonyms of regret, but atleast its proof that I was here.
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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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If I’m wrong about you, let’s face it instead of fading like tire marks swallowed by rain. Run me into the midst of a storm. Leave me to drown there.
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I waited, quietly listened, cupped my ear to your mouth, but silence echoed grievously in the absence of sound. It was only warm breath and then emptiness.
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I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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I’ve been afraid to look at the woman in the mirror. Everyday she looks less and less like me. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever find my way back home.
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What a shame – how the taste of you could rot even the cedar and cypress. How you fooled the redwood into believing narcissus’ pond was made for two.
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I wait and wait and wait and god I am sick of waiting. To not see your face anymore. To not know the burden that belongs to you. To not imagine the window I looked through the night I found out.
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Write me as if I were already a poem. Pen the stanzas as if storms and ships could birth something sacred. Color it a religious experience.
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It’s time for me to dust off this weary heart so that I may open it to one whose only open to me. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone and it’ll be too late.
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