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Surely I could never be certain of how many stars I’ve counted in the sky or of how such tiny particles can be build into wild-eyed stories like Aquarius and Cassiopeia. I could read you as I would the constellations and never tire.

Hannah Pearl

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.
HANNAH PEARL

Feeling Hate Myself Sport Try Word
I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
HANNAH PEARL

Break Up Day Delicate Fade Missing Myself
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

Breathe Empty Grief Listening Myself Quiet Silence Sound Wait
Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
HANNAH PEARL

Reading Word Yourself
You ever stare at something so long the colors blend together? Even the most neutral tones take on a life of their own, fold themselves into shapes that morph into creatures – wolves and goblin.
HANNAH PEARL

Color Creature Dee Life Philosophy Stare Togetherness Yourself
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Color Experience Poem Religious Sacred Storm Writing
Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
HANNAH PEARL

Power Replay Voice Yourself
You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
HANNAH PEARL

Alive Apology Feeling Worth Yourself
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Face Fade Leaving Myself Wrong
Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
HANNAH PEARL

Anxiety Feeling Quite Stop
I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
HANNAH PEARL

Call Fall Impact Myself Right
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Afraid Break Hide Reality War
I haven’t wept for days, only shuffling feet, carrying weights, ignoring the pain, numbing the face. Its all a charade.
HANNAH PEARL

Carry Day Face Hard Time Ignorance Myself Pain Struggle
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Afraid Appearance Home Mirror Myself Woman
Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
HANNAH PEARL

Promise Tongue Travel Yourself
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Call Day Feeling Hope Light Mindset Myself Name Simplicity Stay

Surely I could never be certain of how many stars I’ve counted in the sky or of how such tiny particles can be build into wild-eyed stories like Aquarius and Cassiopeia. I could read you as I would the constellations and never tire.

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Surely I could never be certain of how many stars I’ve counted in the sky or of how such tiny particles can be build into wild-eyed stories like Aquarius and Cassiopeia. I could read you as I would the constellations and never tire.

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