Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
HANNAH PEARLSome 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.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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The hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
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I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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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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My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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I’m from a state that houses too many cornfields and a town that no one takes seriously- in a home where glass cuts hurt less than deeply wounded words.
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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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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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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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Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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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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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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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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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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