hannah-c - Hello Poetry

go home to someone who hates you carry your soul in the pit of your stomach round belly full of wounds bloated baggage marks that stretch across palesoft landscape heavy breathing climb the stairs 1 flight 2 flight flying blocking clotting spotting feeling ***** morning sickening stares at you across the hall narrowed looks disappointing friends of foes holding on to soft tissues misuse everything in sight sighing weezing coughing coughing up blood gushing pouring draining empty hollow scabbed baby come and went infant crying past the monitor sleep through it sleep all night pregnancy scarred scared child of no one orphaned feelings aborted feelings empty in the best of ways no one’s inside to let you in up the steps to the door ring the bell home to someone who hates you

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC

hannah-c

GO HOME.

go home to someone who hates you carry your soul in the pit of your stomach round belly full of wounds bloated baggage marks that stretch across palesoft landscape heavy breathing climb the stairs 1 flight 2 flight flying blocking clotting spotting feeling ***** morning sickening stares at you across the hall narrowed looks disappointing friends of foes holding on to soft tissues misuse everything in sight sighing weezing coughing coughing up blood gushing pouring draining empty hollow scabbed baby come and went infant crying past the monitor sleep through it sleep all night pregnancy scarred scared child of no one orphaned feelings aborted feelings empty in the best of ways no one’s inside to let you in up the steps to the door ring the bell home to someone who hates you

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When you love something Set it free If it doesn’t go Push it down the stairs Love comes at a purple cost perfect loss

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC

hannah-c

Love Poem

When you love something Set it free If it doesn’t go Push it down the stairs Love comes at a purple cost perfect loss

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I saw my bruises on my knees sitting naked in the bathtub with the shower on You showed me yours-we matched I was purple where you pushed me and my knees hit the bannister I missed the stairs by that much. You were red and scabbed where your knees hit the carpet when you collapsed when it hit you that you hit me We still hated each other Spitting acid from our tongues We threw words for years-intent to hit But that was the first time Any one of us threw fists in the forms of palms We always talked about it 4AM November morning? evening? night? The hours blur together through slinging slurs of fire I can still feel them on my skin chemical burns-you had a way with words “useless **** is carved into my forearms and across my chest it will scab over and you will pick it off Eventually With sentences strung together out of decency The honesty I wanted to believe We were throwing punches with our mouths the way the words just rolled out “You’re ******* crazy” just sort of felt like the right thing to say To cut a little deeper than I had to This battle was purely literally Well recorded over facebook chat bubbles-incoming text messages too late-too early phone calls that say: “You’re a ******* liar- I can’t believe this- I love you- come back.” But it hit you that you hit me and my knees were purple for a week

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC

hannah-c

Purple.

I saw my bruises on my knees sitting naked in the bathtub with the shower on You showed me yours-we matched I was purple where you pushed me and my knees hit the bannister I missed the stairs by that much. You were red and scabbed where your knees hit the carpet when you collapsed when it hit you that you hit me We still hated each other Spitting acid from our tongues We threw words for years-intent to hit But that was the first time Any one of us threw fists in the forms of palms We always talked about it 4AM November morning? evening? night? The hours blur together through slinging slurs of fire I can still feel them on my skin chemical burns-you had a way with words “useless **** is carved into my forearms and across my chest it will scab over and you will pick it off Eventually With sentences strung together out of decency The honesty I wanted to believe We were throwing punches with our mouths the way the words just rolled out “You’re ******* crazy” just sort of felt like the right thing to say To cut a little deeper than I had to This battle was purely literally Well recorded over facebook chat bubbles-incoming text messages too late-too early phone calls that say: “You’re a ******* liar- I can’t believe this- I love you- come back.” But it hit you that you hit me and my knees were purple for a week

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I whisper “I hate you” Into the small of your back So you can carry my anger In between your shoulder blades Let it fill your pores like **** So I can rub it out with tiger balm Every night.

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May 2, 2014

May 2, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC

hannah-c

Love Poem

I whisper “I hate you” Into the small of your back So you can carry my anger In between your shoulder blades Let it fill your pores like **** So I can rub it out with tiger balm Every night.

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