Hannah

Hannah Jun 2018

I want to bring you my darkness
but your burdens are too heavy to add mine
so instead I sit here drowning in my tears
left to rot and die

Hannah Jun 2018

2,253 miles away

Who gave you the right
To steal my heart
Or toy with my lust
As you find ways
To make me crave your touch
You’re tricky with your words
Only allowing me short bursts
Of your coy love
Always leaving me needing more
Making me want
To cross the world for you
Just to find you in the arms of another lover
Because she is your heart
And I am simply a plaything
But what’s better?
To be used
Or untouched

Hannah Jun 2018

Unraveling

she screams, “show me your beast!”
but I keep it contained
she says, “bring me your darkness.”
but I’m too scared
she asks, “may I see your scars?”
but they stay hidden

cause what if when you tear me apart
I can’t be put back together
what if you decide
I’m not worthy of being fixed?
I think the only thing that could deepen my hurt
would be your rejection
So please.
don’t unravel me.

Hannah Jun 2018

The Sky

you don’t speak words
your language is love
and you articulate it beautifully

you aren’t human
you’re a force of nature
spreading contagious vulnerability

you don’t teach
you resurrect
healing the souls of millions

you aren’t the weather
you’re the sky
with me till the end of time

Hannah Jun 2018

To my dearest sister

I am not obligated to love you
just because you are family.
I refuse to take your abuse
or the venom that follows you

Your presence here is not welcome
nor the drugs, ***, and alcohol.
I will not let you destroy this home
so let it be known.

you are the pretty sister
the talented one,
but I’m the one who had to be better
because you were to headstrong to break.

I must be the skinny one
the smart one
I must be everything
you are and aren’t.

I pay the price for your selfishness
while you get to curse at me from afar.
Yes, I must be the perfect one
and I’m not allowed snap.

Hannah May 2018

Terminal

This poet with the frail soul
writes on stiff crumpled paper
and the walls of her heart

she wrote in order to feel
she felt in order to live
and she lived because of love

your love
that caressed her dark mind
and gave her the opportunity to love back

So when that love
your love
was stolen from her home

by the people she tried so hard to please
and to whom she so foolishly
gave the key to her happiness

she stopped writing.

because she stopped feeling.

because she had stopped living.

and words will never be enough.