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.
HANNAH PEARLYou are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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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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I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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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 will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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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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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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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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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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If I had a wishing well, I’d wish you well. That the skies hold the key to all you’ve ever wanted, with or without me.
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I am hurting. I am angry. I am one hundred and thirty-two synonyms of regret, but atleast its proof that I was here.
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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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