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hannah Sep 17
everyone thinks i love the color blue
when it’s pink i truly love.
it hurts having to hear everyone talk about how liking the color pink is wrong
when i want to have posters of it in my room
in every single one of its shades.
if the whole world eventually found out i liked the color pink,
will they suddenly go against me?
hannah Sep 17
the best sin i've ever made
was falling for you.
falling for your big, brown eyes;
falling for the way you talk about a song you listened to;
falling for you —
is the best sin
i've ever committed.
hannah Aug 25
i miss your fast replies;
the way you’d instantly say “sorry” after replying a few minutes too late.
now i lay on my bed with my phone right beside me at 4:44 am
waiting for you to reply to the message i sent to you at 10:01 pm like a complete fool.

i miss the way you would talk about me;
the way you’d call me “perfect” and “cute” all the time.
i guess they were right when they said that words are just words
because now, you barely even speak to me.

i miss the way you treated me;
the way you’d make me feel like the only girl in the world, the way you’d call me “mine.”
maybe i shouldn’t get used to being treated like this
as i silently grieve the loss of the person you used to be around me.

i don’t know what i did wrong or what i didn’t do right.
just tell me, and i swear, i’ll fix it.
but no matter what changes, one thing will always stay the same:
i will always be all yours no matter what happens.
hannah Aug 3
i always loved rap, drill, and trap more than any music genre out there
like lil peep, central cee, and travis scott.
then one day, you ranted about how much you loved maroon 5
and ever since that day, it was your favorite song from them, “she will be loved” that i’ve been listening to until my earphones wear out.

i was never a big fan of donuts, especially the chocolate flavor.
it was always too sweet for my liking, that’s all.
until i saw you eat a chocolate donut, the only flavor of donuts you like.
from that day on, i always got myself a chocolate donut every time i craved something sweet.

art was something i absolutely ****** at.
i tried and tried but i always ended up failing miserably.
that was until i saw you show off your drawings, ones of your favorite characters.
since then, i’ve been practicing and practicing until i could finally draw and paint you, my favorite piece of art.

i never really saw a reason to be happy in my life;
it was always the same cycle of betrayal, broken trust, and so on.
but then i saw you dancing happily in the rain as you were listening to all your favorite songs
and starting then, i finally found a reason for me to love life:
seeing your happiness— and just you, entirely.
hannah Aug 1
curse words were something i was always scared to say.
the lump in my throat every time i tried, the ghost hand covering my mouth at every attempt;
it always felt like something was choking me no matter how hard i tried to do so
but i mean, it’s a good thing, right? because it’s supposed to be bad.

sometimes though, i wish i could.
it would be nice to be able to curse out loud in liquified anger or rage.
but everyone says this is a blessing for me
because as i said, it’s supposed to be bad right?

if it does treat me like that though
then i’m guessing those three words are curse words too.
because every time i try to slip it out of my lips, i just can’t.
if this is the case, are curse words truly a bad thing
if it means having to bear the sight of you saying it to someone else before i could
when i waited and waited for you for what seemed like a little longer than eternity?
hannah Aug 1
all i long for is to be held, not touched;
to feel safe in someone’s arms, to feel safe in someone’s presence.
i just want something different than the restless, hungry hands that have left trails across my skin—
something other than my curves turning into one’s favorite playground.

all i long for is to be loved, not desired;
to wake up to breakfast in bed every morning, to see adoration in someone’s eyes when they look at me.
i just want something different than those lecherous gazes that have undressed every part of me—
something other than the sight of me being a trigger for someone’s hunger.

all i long for is to be cherished, not owned;
to hear the words “i’m so proud of you” come out of someone’s mouth, to have open arms to run into after i win a game.
i just want something different than those words that slip out of their lips saying “you’re my pretty little doll”—
something other than feeling like a child’s toy, tossed aside once outgrown.

all i long for is to be heard, not shushed;
to lay on someone’s lap as i cry about my inner demons, to sob into someone’s chest until sleep quietly takes over me.
i just want something different than those cruel voices that pierce through my biggest cries—
something other than those cold orders even as tears of blood slip through in silence.

no matter if it takes a million years or a little longer than eternity,
i will always look forward to going to the world—
to the world where i’m something more than a pet kept on its leash,
to the world where i’m something other than a trend that will die eventually,
to the world where i’m held in someone’s arms that wouldn’t dare to shatter me;
never touched like a possession, never shown off like a trophy.
this is a sort of sequel to my "bus stop" poem
hannah Aug 1
sleep paralysis demons are so scary.
they haunt me at the times i can’t move,
at the times i feel chained.

but at the same time,
why does it feel comforting?
it’s comforting knowing someone is always watching
over me
at my most vulnerable state.

why do sleep paralysis demons feel like a solace
when they’re supposed to make you afraid?
this isn't abt sleep paralysis demons.
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