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You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.

Hannah Pearl

I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
HANNAH PEARL

Break Up Day Delicate Fade Missing Myself
Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
HANNAH PEARL

Reading Word Yourself
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Color Experience Poem Religious Sacred Storm Writing
Don’t bother finding a soulmate. Your aunt tells you, your fluffy scrambled eggs are the best she’s had and dammit, you can enjoy those all by yourself. No need to share the wealth.
HANNAH PEARL

Best Enjoyment Food Need Share Soul Yourself
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Count Myself Particle Reading Sky Stardom Yourself
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 PEARL

Burden Face God Myself Night Sick Wait
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Feeling Hate Myself Sport Try Word
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Beautiful Dare Jealous Kind
Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
HANNAH PEARL

Anxiety Feeling Quite Stop
Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
HANNAH PEARL

Find Hard Incredible Map Road Small Yourself
The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
HANNAH PEARL

Moon Offering Peace Sun
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Children Freedom Grace Hide Monster Secret
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Afraid Break Hide Reality War
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.
HANNAH PEARL

Deep Home Serious State Word Wound
Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
HANNAH PEARL

Power Replay Voice Yourself
You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
HANNAH PEARL

Alive Apology Feeling Worth Yourself

You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.

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