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hannah way Apr 2017
I can remember the
shape of your  hand writing
like I remember the
feeling of your finger tips

allow me to
void myself of your traces
and remain as I was—

before I could remember
h.w.
hannah way Apr 2017
your eyes fall upon me
as if I am somehow
familiar yet
undoubtedly unknown

I can't help but
look back and wonder
why the universe
bumped us together
h.w.
hannah way Apr 2017
You
are this
remarkable
thing that
I am
not;

level headed.
h.w.
hannah way Dec 2016
Our dining room table
was too fragile to handle
the force of your fists
you slammed
them down in anger

You shook as you asked
what the **** is wrong with you
I couldn't answer
I didn't know
h.w.
hannah way Dec 2016
You made me coffee
you made me cry

Both were bitter
both woke me up
h.w.
hannah way Dec 2016
You were the first
to touch my pale skin
I pushed, and begged
and now, you say
my name fast
so that you won't taste
the poison
it brings with it
h.w.
hannah way Dec 2016
You sat criss cross
on the floor, naked
at the foot
of a coffee tabel
I thought I could
have loved you
But you could only
love the blow
h.w.
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