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Mar 2011 · 2.1k
Dandelion seed
Hannah West Mar 2011
I pluck the dandelion from the ground.

A deep breath,
Wind blows the tiny seeds away
And I wish to be like them.

To fly free,
Being taking away
By the wind,
To strange
Yet beautiful places.

Where nothing matters;
No one worries about Love
No one worries about Hate

It's just me:
That floating dandelion seed.
That was blown away
Just by the very air you breathe.
Mar 2011 · 1.1k
A Stroll Down Memory Lane
Hannah West Mar 2011
Strangers
I hardly knew you;
A guitarist,
A good singer,
A song writer
And Hannah's current boyfriend,
Was all I knew.
She'd dump you,
I knew it,
So I talked to you after the break up,
You were nothing special at the time,
So,
I moved on.
Didn't talk to you.

Becoming Friends
A few months later
When one of Hannah's friends
Was dating on of her ex's
I thought,
You were one of her ex's
And you were really nice and cute
Why not get to know you?
We shared random conversations on Facebook.
You were really funny.
So a number was given and texting happened.

Best friends
We texted everyday.
We enjoyed each other's company.
We had both needed a good friend to talk to.
And we got along great.
Perhaps a little too great.

Falling hard
I found myself liking you more and more
Each day.
Small jealously
When you talked about perhaps liking some new girl.
Secret joy
When she had been taken.
I knew I had a crush on you
And soon enough,
You did too.
But we established
A long distance relationship couldn't be made.
Too far apart,
In age and distance.
The tears that fell
Because of this
Made me realize,
You were making a big impact in my heart.
And I needed you.

More than friends
I'm not sure when,
But we started to not care about the things we established.
I met you
And before then,
We both knew how much
We liked each other.
Maybe we'd steal a kiss or two
When we met.
(I wish we did)
Meeting you,
Made me so nervous,
Yet extremely happy.
Heads were rested on shoulders,
Fore heads were kissed,
We became the cutest couple we knew.
Soon we decided this was love.

Broken up*
Three weeks,
I guess you didn't love me
Like you thought you did.
In fact,
You lied.
Saying you'd never stop loving me,
But you did.
I needed your love,
But now she does.
She needs you,
I need you,
But you only have room in your heart
For one love,
And that's her.
I wish you had waited,
Till you could see me;
Maybe there's a feeling still there
But you don't realize.
I want to see you
So maybe there is a feeling
The only hope I have
Even though you'd never take me back.
But I'd take you back
Any day
Any minute
Any second.
All's you'd have to do is ask,
Even though you never will.
Got the idea for the time line from AbbieRoseee
I give her full credit for the time line idea.
Only mines a different story.
(Read her poetry) >.>
Mar 2011 · 1.0k
Vanilla Twilight
Hannah West Mar 2011
The stars lean down to kiss you,
And I lie awake and miss you.
Poor me a heavy does of atmosphere.

I would lay in bed,
Those late nights,
The words I read from your texts
Still lingering in my head.
I'm falling fast and hard.
I miss you so much,
But I felt happy that you say good night,
Going to get your good night's sleep
While I stayed awake,
Grinning from every cute thing you said.

'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly,
But I'll miss your arms around me.
I'd send a postcard to you Dear
'Cause I wish you were here.

I'd begin to feel sleepy,
But I'd imagine you right there with me,
Your arms around me,
Resting your head on my neck,
As we always wished we could be cuddling together.
I wished you had been there,
To make me feel safe
And happy.

I'll watch the night turn light blue,
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly.

Not sharing whispers,
But looks.
We'd look at each other
Silently,
Not having to say one word to each other
Because we already knew how we felt
For each other.

The silence isn't so bad,
Till I look at my hands and feel sad
Because the spaces between my fingers
Are right where your's fit perfectly.

Remembering how your hand fit in mine.
Such a perfect moment,
It felt so right,
Resting my head on your shoulder,
Our hands grasping the other
Never wanting to let go.

I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone.

Sleepless nights,
Alone in my chilled room.
Beneath a million blankets,
Hugging pillows,
But none could substitute the feeling of my arms
Around you.

But drenched in Vanilla Twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night,
Waist deep in thought because
When I think of you,
I don't feel so alone.

Completely drowning in thoughts
Constantly about you.
I felt safer and not alone
Because the thought of you being there
Made me relax,
And feel safe
Even though miles separated us.

I don't feel so alone.

I don't feel so alone.

As many times as I blink,
I'll think of you,
Tonight.

I'll think of you tonight

I always thought of you;
Every day
And
Every night.
You never left my mind.

When violet eyes keep fire
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and
Feel alive again.

Soon enough,
You were gone,
And with someone else.
I find myself grower stronger.
My heavy heart slowly grows lighter.
Some day I'll be ready for someone else
But not soon;
I'm still in love with you.

And I'll look at the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you.

Oh, if my voice could reach back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear,
"Oh, Darling, I wish you were here."*

If only I could tell you of all the times
I wanted you around.
I probably did,
But just to go back and say it
Once more
I would do any day.
Mine and my ex's song. Vanilla Twilight by Owl City
And some story about us when we were together and before hand
Sometimes remembering is nice :3
Mar 2011 · 495
When the Day met the Night
Hannah West Mar 2011
The day the Earth stood still.

Was when she met him.

Different as day and night,
But somehow meant to be,
He took her hand in his,
And the sun shined in her beautiful eyes.

The moon reflected his,
His cold, dreary world, brightened by hers.
Her dull world, splashed with the pale colors of him.

Different as
Night
And
Day
They met,
And worlds collided
When they decided
This is love.
Beautiful.
Golden,
And
Gray
All was well,
When the Day
Met the Night.
Mar 2011 · 517
Am I to be the same?
Hannah West Mar 2011
Your eyes,
A light shade of blue.
You smile,
And butterflies flew.
My stomach twists
Every time you talked.
My face,
Turns red
Every time you turned your head
In my direction.
Adrenaline
Pumping through my veins
Every time we touched,
Every time we talked
And every time I got a thought,
Of you.
Now it's all changed,
The thought of remembering this brings me pain!
Will I ever be the same?
Feb 2011 · 495
I wish. . .
Hannah West Feb 2011
I wish I could hold you in my arms again
I wish I could squeeze your hand in mine.
I wish I could look in your eyes
But maybe it's high time
I give up.

But I wish I could taste your mouth.
I wish I could feel the sensation of your touch.
I wish I could feel the rush
Of you looking me in the eyes
And telling me what gets me high.

I wish I could tell you this.
I wish I could make her leave
I wish you'd love me
I wish you would chase after me
I wish you would come and see me
But then it may not be
My specific dream.

Because I just wish I could hold you in my arms;
I wish I could squeeze your hand;
I wish I could taste your mouth
And feel the rush of your touch;
But maybe I'm hoping to much.
I know you'll be together for a long time
So why do I try?
Because
I just really wish you'd love me
Hannah West Feb 2011
[Misses]
I miss the way we used to talk.
I miss the way we both liked each other, but wouldn't fully admit it.
I miss how cute you were.
I miss the fact that you'd say something cuter than the day before.
I miss the fact that I wasn't just some girl you talk to every once in a while, I was like your number one.
I miss the cute questions you would ask.
I miss how we'd make each other blush.
I miss how we'd make each other nervous.
I miss how you'd stay up, just to talk to me.
I miss our 4 hour long phone conversations.
I miss how we said, "Lovers" instead of Love.
I miss how the age didn't bother us.
I miss how the distance didn't bother us.
I miss how we cuddled together.
I miss how it felt when you hugged me.
I miss your smile.
I miss the sound of your voice as you said those three words you'll never say again.
I miss how we became best friends then fell in love.
I miss the rush I felt when you told me you loved me.
I miss how excited you'd get to see drawings I did.
I miss listening to your song.
I miss how I could trust you so well.
I miss hearing you say you wouldn't stop loving me.
I miss how we would play truth for hours and have the craziest questions.
I miss having the feeling of safety just because I had you.
I miss the week from when I met you to when we started dating.
I miss the smile I'd get from talking to you.

[Hates]
I hate the fact that we've drifted apart.
I hate the fact that I didn't get to see you this time around.
I hate the fact that I'm afraid to talk to you.
I hate the fact that I don't even know what to say to you.
I hate the fact that you're so nice, I can never tell if you really mean what you say.
I hate the fact that I never kissed you.
I hate the fact that you never told me about her.
I hate the fact that you led me on.
I hate the fact that you never even loved me.
I hate the fact that you can't even tell what your own feelings are.
I hate the fact that you told me you'd wait three years.
I hate the fact that you pretty much lied.
I hate the fact that you can easily charm me.
I hate the fact that everyone thought we'd last so long.
I hate the fact that you couldn't even wait three weeks.
I hate the fact that I don't know if she's the reason.
I hate the fact that you only waited 3 days.
I hate the fact that you asked her.
I hate how you confuse me.
I hate how you broke my heart.
I hate the fact that I fell so hard.
I hate the fact that I love you.

[Loves]
But I love how you're giving me your sweatshirt.
I love the way you still want that bracelet.
I love the fact that you still want to be my friend.
I love the fact that you'll still visit me.
I love the fact that wouldn't change anything about me.
I love the fact that you opened up to me, and as far as I know, and only me.
I love the fact that you know you can talk to me about anything.
I love the fact that you give me advice...when it's about you.
I love the fact that you'll play along when I talk about, "Him" and you talk about, "him" too.
I love the fact that you still find a way to put up with me.
I love how you're considerate and won't boast about your new girlfriend.
I love how you still like me.
And I love the fact that you still call me, "***."
Hannah West Feb 2011
The worst happened.
You left.
And found someone else.
In less than a week.
You,
My best friend,
Broke my heart.
I was told
Not to talk to you
Anymore.
Told to forget about you.
Told that I didn't need you anymore.
I was going to say goodbye,
Considering how hurt I was.
Considering how royally ******* I was.
But it's just too hard.

You made a big impact on my life.
I can't think of one without you.
I've become too attached.
I've fallen too hard,
To just leave.
For you to just leave.

Your note to us was
A wake up call.
That I could be the one
Shoving you away.
But that's not what I wanted.
So,
I apologized for my
Ignorance.
I let my Anger
Cloud my original thoughts of you.

You're too good for me.
Though you still care,
And you still talk to me like you always have,
Which is all i need.
I'm sorry Dear.
Be happy with her as long as you like.

I miss you.
I love you.
And i want you to always be happy.
Even if it's without me.
Feb 2011 · 387
The only one
Hannah West Feb 2011
I wonder what
                                                                He's
Thinking.
Putting me through
                                                                 The
Emotional turmoil
Knowing that he's the
                                                                Only
One who can help me.
The only
                                                                 One.
The only one
                                                                 Who
                                                                 Can
Get me through this.
He can
                                                                Mend
The wounds, slashed in
                                                                  My
                                                                Heart
Those wounds that he caused.
Feb 2011 · 454
2.1.11.</3
Hannah West Feb 2011
I'm just going  
To hate                            tomorrow
                        ­                          So
                                    ­           Much...
Stupid *******.

                                                       ­                                  Why did you have to leave?
We were so close

                                                          ­                                  We were doing fine
But you ****** it up.

                                                            ­                               And you broke my heart.
                                               Thanks
                                                    So
   ­                                              Much.
Feb 2011 · 678
Staircase of want
Hannah West Feb 2011
Really
      Just
          Wishing; [for]
              Hoping; [to get]
                  Wanting;
                      Craving;
                          Needing;
                              Him.
Feb 2011 · 753
A Tanka
Hannah West Feb 2011
Love is everything
Love can be tranquility.
Love is happiness.
Love can be disappointment.
But Love is the thing I feel.
I don't really like this poem >.>
But it has the most reads! :O
Feb 2011 · 653
Plucking petals
Hannah West Feb 2011
The petals have been plucked away.
Leaving only one left;
He loves me...
He loves me not...
The last one left
Makes it clear
That he no longer loves me.
As I guessed.
Yes, I should just accept it
Though it has made me a mess.
Feb 2011 · 482
Only held by a hand
Hannah West Feb 2011
Life was good.

I liked him.
He liked me.

He caught me
As I fell for him
We were in Love
Or at least I was.

Soon he grew distant
And I felt the pain of
Ignorance at times.
And then he finally admitted
He just wasn't in love
With me.

Dropped,
I was desperate to
Hang on.
Only being held by a hand.
I felt stronger
But I started to
Slip when she came along.

You caught this other girl,
Who must have fallen for you
And yet you never
Let go
Of me.

Or maybe you tried.
Though I still hung on.
Desperate
And
Heartbroke.
I need you now more than ever.
I hope you won't let go.
But now I seem to
Fear
The end of a friendship is
Near.

I wish for you to,
I hope you will,
I need you to
Hang on.

I'd be
Lost
Without you.

It's not an
Obsession.
I just
Love
Too much.
And I hope you
Understand that.

I'm desperate,
Dear,
For a good friend in my life.
Don't leave.
You almost left
With too much
Hurt before.
Please, don't do it again.

I still need
Your help,
In guiding me
Through this,

For it isn't over
Yet
Feb 2011 · 772
Dreams
Hannah West Feb 2011
I'm just a girl lost in dreams.

Dreams that can never be.
Dreams of things that aren't known.
Dreams of places unlike home.
Places you've never seen.

Dreams where the impossible happens.
Dreams where love is passion.

My dreams consist of things that could never be.
So why do I dream of things that cannot be?

The answer is simple;
You'll never get a zit or pimple;
You'll never be sad and alone,
Or desperately miss your home
In this place we call dreams
That always seem to be
An escape for mankind
Where you go places you'll never find.
Hannah West Feb 2011
Behind my fake smile
Is a girl desperate for
A genuine smile.
Desperate,
For the boy she loves
Desperate,
To keep him around
Desperate,
For him to love her back

But behind my dry, green-brown eyes
Is a pool of tears,
Wishing to escape.
To pour her soul out
Right in front of him
To show him,
How much she
Cares,
How much she
Loves,
And how much she
Needs
Him.

He needs to know
The impact he's made
In her life
And to
Realize
She never wants him to leave
Though it may seem it.

Behind my fake smile
And dry, green-brown eyes
Is a girl
Desperate,
For the boy she
Loves
Feb 2011 · 465
This one boy
Hannah West Feb 2011
This one boy...
Changed everything.
This one boy...
Makes me smile.
This one boy...
Gives me hope that not all men are the same.
This one boy...
Texts me all of the time.
This one boy...
Keeps me up past mid-night, not because we text till then but because I can't stop grinning ear to ear.
This one boy...
Makes me look forward to the end of the day, so I know I have someone to talk to, about anything.
This one boy...
Is so talented
This one boy...
Is SO adorable
This one boy...
Is too old for me.
This one boy...
Lives too far away
This one boy...
Is with someone else.
And yet I still love
This one boy.

— The End —