Hannah Adair

Hannah Adair Dec 2013

Usually one feels something to be a poet,
or at least a decent poet has suffered once.
Parading around maybe just a bit stoic.
Put a smile on your face- guises and fronts.

Different on the inside you wouldn't know it,
Rile me up like a tiger and I will pounce.
Sinking deeper and deeper until I'm lowest
Sometimes I struggle with the correct renounce.

Even the sensation of touch would overwhelm,
Promise to touch my soul, and I will let you in-
Entering into a different kind of realm.

Something tells me that we are truly quite akin,
Lead me and teach me, this is surely your great helm,
Take me away from this world and all of my sin.

Hannah Adair Dec 2013

Defriend Me If...

Defriend me if I
say something offensive, and
refuse to retract.

If the only thing
that matters is my body-
grant this courtesy.

Defriend me if we
see each other only for ***.
I don't have the time.

Consider these thoughts,
Not just a number or name,
I'm worth more than this.

You really aren't here,
it's probably all a hoax
we're drifting away.

Hannah Adair Nov 2013

How Do You Believe in Love?

“Why do you think I
don’t believe in love?” Likely,
because I don’t. Can’t.

Callused. Realistic.
Disillusioned. Just a game
played by little girls.

Is this fantasy
we call love ever attained?
I would bet it’s not.

Hollywood creates
an untrue picture of love.
One with many flaws.

Love? Perhaps, one day.
Love is simply sacrifice.
All pay the piper.

Hannah Adair Nov 2013

Words, words, words, and flightless birds

I look at the page of my book, but I can’t focus.
My vision blurs.

The room is spinning.
Dizziness overtakes me; I feel nauseous.

There’s a ringing in my ears, in my head.
Your words play on repeat.

I must be coming down with something.
Hand to forehead- just to check.

These are my syndromes- this illness,
What is my diagnosis?

Maybe if I just focus on the words,
Not the meaning.

Just tell me once again,
I promise I can take it.

I’ll always remember:

*I can’t,
I’m done.

Hannah Adair Nov 2013

Scarlet Letter

My sins are committed.
This must be my scarlet letter.
Worn underneath my clothes.

Is this my punishment?
My brain knows better,
and my heart doesn’t even know.

The parts of me I treasured are gone,
My skin now marked with pox and cuts.
Who would ever want damaged goods?

Let me still bear the shame,
Embarrassed to the highest degree.
Keep me a wretched mess.
I won’t be beautiful again.

Leave at least one scar I pray,
This way I’ll never forget.
The sins I committed,
and the deeds that led me here today.

Hannah Adair Oct 2013

Ephémère

Fleeting,
Like the days of our lives.
Like the hope in my heart.
Like my voice, hoarse- exhausted.

Let me keep running from my problems for they are mine to bear.
Nothing in life is free, including your aide
Stop insinuating that you actually care.

The space by my side is reserved for no one, a stranger.
Alone in a room full of people, do we all feel the same?
It’s easier to float and drift than brace against the current.

Like my life.
Like all of the good intentions.
Like the day that we met.
Fleeting.
Ephémère.

Hannah Adair Sep 2013

Stop Trying To Be a Hero

Stop trying to be a hero
You can’t even save yourself.

Maybe somewhere you’ve learned more than I,
Perhaps with age there does come wisdom.
Then again, maybe it’s just abuse of freedom.

Stop trying to fix the broken,
You’re more broken than us all.

Damaged, cracked, and bruised don’t even describe the surface.
You’re heavy bleeding heart beats stronger than most,
But I’ve seen the truth there’s nothing to boast.

Stop trying to be the good one,
You’re no better than me.

Words are all you have left to offer, all you’ve ever had
Without action your words are dead.
Sleep tonight all the lies within your head.