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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.

Hannah Pearl

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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Burden Face God Myself Night Sick Wait
If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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Display Examination Myself Season
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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Myself Perfume Scent See Sun Winter
I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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Break Up Day Delicate Fade Missing Myself
The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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Autumn Heart Broken Memories Yourself
You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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Enough Feeling Self Love Yourself
It wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.
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Believe Enough Fade Love Yourself
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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Heart Late Missing Open Time Yourself
Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
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Hug Love Morning Myself Remember Warm
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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Feeling Hate Myself Sport Try Word
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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Color Experience Poem Religious Sacred Storm Writing
You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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Empowerment Enough Ocean Safety Strong Yourself
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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Believe Fools Shame Taste Water
Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
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Find Hard Incredible Map Road Small Yourself
You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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Alive Apology Feeling Worth Yourself
Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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Power Replay Voice Yourself

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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