Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
HANNAH PEARLNeedle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
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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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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 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.
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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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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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 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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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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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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You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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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.
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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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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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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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