Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
HANNAH PEARLI 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.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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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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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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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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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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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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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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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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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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I haven’t wept for days, only shuffling feet, carrying weights, ignoring the pain, numbing the face. Its all a charade.
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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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You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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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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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.
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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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