Hannah

Hannah Dec 2012

Reach for me.
Please,
I need to feel something,
I need to feel the warmth of your finger tips on my hand.
Speak to me.
Please,
I need to hear something,
Whisper in my ear how you need me.
Understand me.
Please,
I need to know you fathom my motives.
Listen to me for hours, listen to me rave.
Hold me.
Please,
I need you to clutch me tightly.
Keeping me from breaking down.
Keep me from losing it.

Hannah Nov 2012

I want you to want me too.

I want to tell you a million things.
A million stories,
But I am afraid.
Afraid once I start I won't stop.
Afraid you won't care.
Afraid that when I look into those brown eyes I'll see
only see my reflection and nothing more.
Afraid that when you hear all the
bad, that when I reach for you,
as I often do, you will turn away.
As they often do.

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