I haven’t wept for days, only shuffling feet, carrying weights, ignoring the pain, numbing the face. Its all a charade.
HANNAH PEARLYour promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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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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When words tripped off the side of your grin, I felt the statement slip toward my ear like the slide of a skateboard on griptape – how it led me to hate a sport I’ve never even tried.
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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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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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I hide behind olive branches. So afraid of others knowing what lay beneath the broken rifle. The reality hitting the pavement like bullets that stem from war.
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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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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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I wish I could bottle up this scent for winter days when it feels like this town will never see sun again.
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I’m from a state that houses too many cornfields and a town that no one takes seriously- in a home where glass cuts hurt less than deeply wounded words.
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Don’t bother finding a soulmate. Your aunt tells you, your fluffy scrambled eggs are the best she’s had and dammit, you can enjoy those all by yourself. No need to share the wealth.
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What an intimidating kind of beauty a rainbow holds. Then of course, there’s the jealously dripping between vampirish teeth of those who dare mock it.
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If I had a wishing well, I’d wish you well. That the skies hold the key to all you’ve ever wanted, with or without me.
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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 voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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