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 Nov 2014 Hannah
anonymous999
i hope my shadow follows you through the rooms of your house
i hope my perfume lingers in your bedsheets and my naked body lingers in your mind
i hope that when you look at your backyard, that all you can see is the red hammock that we broke
and we laughed and laughed
i hope you sit in your living room and remember when i counted the fourteen fake candles. i hope you count them and find fourteen and remember when we kissed on the floor
i hope that blonde hairs litter your possessions. i hope that you find them on your clothes, in your car, in your room, for months after i've left
i don't want to be so easy to get rid of.
i hope my voice has stained all your family photos so that all you can see when you look at them is how cute i thought you were
i hope that the sight of your empty passenger seat physically pains you and i hope that every day you feel as if something important is missing
and i hope that that something important is me  
i hope your lips burn bitter with my aftertaste and your hands grow lonely just like your friday nights without me

i want you to miss me
even if you won't
i'm sorry i wasn't enough
 Nov 2014 Hannah
Just Melz
She cries late
                  every night
     Turns off all the
                           lights
         Sits in bed
bawls
             her eyes out
      in the dark
Cutting out pieces
      of her heart
No one can see
                          the scars
           of her sewing
back up her chest
       Soon she will be
             an empty shell
        Hopefully
                    putting her soul to rest
If her heart
                    is no longer there
It can't get broken,
              right?
If no one can see
                          the tears
Then she never cried,
                     right?
 Nov 2014 Hannah
Val
I hate you
 Nov 2014 Hannah
Val
I hate you,
for making me the happiest person on earth
I hate you,
for taking this from me
I hate you,
for making me everything I said I don't wanna ever become
I hate you,
for changing my dreams to our dreams
I hate you,
for giving up on us
I hate you,
for leaving me high with your love
I hate you,
for destroying me
for destroying you
for destroying us
I hate you,
because I love you.
while your not around .
 Nov 2014 Hannah
ashley
i [thought i] wouldn’t be able to escape you

you stitched your name on the inside of my eyelids
so every time i slept i dreamt of you and every time i blinked i saw you

every time i see deep brown eyes they swallow up my memories and project them on a screen like a sad old black and white movie at a drive in theater

i studied the syntax of your sentences and i taught myself to talk like you, so everytime i have a conversation you’d still be a part of it

our time together was brief yet long enough to capture the magic
like a shooting star except you were my entire night sky

But now i’m asking that you push me away so far that i can’t find my way back.

burn it all and remind myself that ashes can be just as beautiful as a scribbled date signifying the day we first said how we really felt

don’t worry about me because i can be best friends with myself, and i’ll find ways to fix the bruises that turn green with envy at the next girl who whispers your name

because if this was “love” those dried up flowers hanging from my window would be from you, and not just a way of reminding myself that sometimes we have to look at our lives from a different perspective

in order to be able to say “i’m okay”

[i always have been].
 Nov 2014 Hannah
ashley
2020
 Nov 2014 Hannah
ashley
And that’s the thing. In order to avoid such unbelievable heart ache, you will never get to feel the highs of love. The insane flutter of a thousand butterflies in your stomach when he says that he likes the way you sing in the car. The tingles from your fingertips to your toes when he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you swaying. Let and right, and you can feel your heart go with him. Left and right. In these moments, nothing is scary, nothing aches and breaks. You could live in that euphoria forever. But that is not reality. And unfortunately, reality doesn’t foreshadow. There are no preview clips for next week’s episode. So what do you do?

Some gamble. Some take the risks because the fall is worth the flight. “Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all,” right? To some, that’s exactly right. Maybe the more sentimental ones. Because in each moment, in each flutter and tingle and spark, these memories build into something. And when this all comes crashing down, they have that still shining in the ashes. You can’t burn memories. You can’t light a match to the good times, they happened, and in their own right- they are beautiful, they are worth it. And so to some, and arguably many, it’s worth the gamble.

Others don’t have much of an interest in betting. Maybe they’ve been down that road before, and lost a lot of money in the process. Or maybe it’s just a habit that they have no interest in dabbling in. I’ve been to a casino before, but never sat at the table. However, I can attest to the energy, an addiction in and of itself. I arguably have more fun watching than participating. And this is a safe place to be. To feel the secondhand highs, but when the night is over, you walk away without a scratch.

And in love, maybe this is the safest place to be. At an arm’s length, never close enough to fall, because you barely got off the ground. Lust, interest, companion, friend, mutually beneficial- all of these are safe. None of these can hurt you in the end. None of these make you vulnerable. And if you exist with someone on the surface, the end doesn’t even feel like an end at all, just a transition to the next.

But as long as you tread lightly, you can kiss the butterflies goodbye. As long as you stay away from the deep end, you will never feel a fraction of what the human heart is made to feel. Love truly is a beautiful thing, that can make you feel explosions and extreme happiness like nothing you’ve ever known in this life. With that, comes extreme vulnerability. To cut open your chest and say to someone,”Here have this. I know it’s not much right now, but if you give me yours- it’ll become a lot more than an ***** that keeps the blood pumping.”

Like I said, I’ve been to a casino before. And when it comes to you, I think I’ll take a seat.
 Nov 2013 Hannah
Reece
Her name was Hannah and I loved her blonde hair
Tender young woman on the streets, price was fair
Meeting at the corner of Forest Road, he said she'd know where
Marvin hooked me up, my training was complete
Time to get back on the horse, really find my feet
She jumped in my car, I smelt a perfume so sweet
She flashed me a smile and wished I was her
At this point I didn't know what was to occur
To be in this girl's skin is what I would prefer
We took a room at the seedy hotel in town
Closing the door, I turn around, she sat down
She took off my jeans, all she had was a frown
I told her I knew her Daddy and he treated me real mean
She got up to go, so I struck her face, it came keen
Told her I was his slave from the age of eighteen
The smirk on her face filled me with manly rage
Again she tried to leave, so I truly blew my gauge
A swift punch took her down, bruised her rib cage
I tore into her **** uniform and took what was mine
Begging me to stop but it was already too late to decline
I used her body in masculine rage, treated her like swine
And when I was done I left her crying on the bed as I left
I just took something from her but it didn't feel like theft
I got what I wanted so I didn't think of how she was bereft
Said to her as I left that if she told Marvin, she would die
She lay crying on the bed, so there was no word of reply
Quickly left the seedy hotel and look up at the night sky
Marvin took my masculinity so I took it out on his girl
What do I have to lose, I've got nothing in this world
He'll look for me soon, revenge in my mind, time to give it a whirl
 Oct 2013 Hannah
Dylan Baker
You envelop me like the smell before rain.
Like the sweet clean air,
that drifts in pockets through the breeze.
And like the low steady rumble of thunder,
I want to be whole for you.

So I’ve been throwing my broken bits to the birds
hoping that they’ll be washed away in the first thaw.
I’ve been screaming my fears into the ocean
like some vacant lot,
and waiting for answers like bottles
to drift in with the tides.

There were nights
I would tear razorblades across my skin
and watch the blood pour from my mouth,
but tonight I am setting my scars to the wind,
like sails,
and I pray that they will carry me home to you.

You are wherever I have always been,
where I am now,
and where I dream of being tomorrow.
So there is no shame then,
when I lay myself to rest
in your palms.

There are moments I reach out to you,
to put my hands on your skin,
to feel your warm soft touch,
pulsing through me like morphine.

So right here and now,
let me come clean before you.
Let me rinse myself of my conclusions,
and rid you of my past.
You know there were times I wanted to die.
But my days are no longer numbered,
and you know now my wounds,
they have been healed.

Do you remember the night you brought me home?
Well the story is written out here on my arms,
every scar the first letter of your name,
and together they now spell the word “alive.”
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