The hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
HANNAH PEARLIt’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.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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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 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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If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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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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I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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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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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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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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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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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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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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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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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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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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