Indigo child, you hid secret under graves, picked at the lamb stuck between teeth, felt around for monsters we once reaped. But the monster turned out to be free.
HANNAH PEARLThere’s a mystery in you; a puzzle to solve- mystical elements to a love that you’ve longingly ached for.
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You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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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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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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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
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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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There’s a mystery in you; a puzzle to solve- mystical elements to a love that you’ve longingly ached for.
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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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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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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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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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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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And when I walk alone, I speak in deaf tones. I’m screaming and no one knows, no one knows. No one pays attention to where the sound goes.
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Some days, my mind still flickers, but the light doesn’t stay on. Kind of like the hope I felt when your fingers squeezed my palm. But they simply call that a reflex.
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