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HannahElisabeth


Notice of absence from HannahElisabeth
Taking a long overdue mental health vacation. I will check in when I can.

Oh,

 

The beautiful lies

 

That you weave

 

Now hanging by a thread

 

From your web

 

Of deceit

 

Got lost in the chase

 

Just your band-aid

 

Quick fix

 

In the name

 

Of escaping

 

The life that you built

 

I know

 

You won’t give me

 

The semblance of closure

 

Kept begging

 

And pleading

 

You’d say that it’s over

 

Nothing more than a liar

 

A coward

 

And cheat

 

– I bet that she still doesn’t know about me –

 

Robbed blind

 

Of my heart

 

And you haven’t the balls

 

To finish a damn thing

 

That you start

 

Saccharine,

 

Your words for me

 

When I was what you wanted

 

Like you'd never get enough

 

And I wasn't

 

Or at least

 

Just enough

 

To be your escape

 

A sort of liminal space

 

In between destinations

 

Wish I could say thanks

 

For the memories made

 

I all but erased

 

Every remnant

 

And trace

 

Of the sins we committed

 

I’d rather forget

 

Yet,

 

Here I am staring

 

At the lines 

 

And the pages

 

Saturated, lovesick 

 

Can’t bring myself

 

To delete

 

The only proof

 

I have left

 

Of the last six

 

Or so years

 

So raise a glass

 

And say cheers

 

To fake friendship

 

And every damn broken promise

 

And the fact

 

You've no concept

 

Of what honor is

 

So go,

 

Get your fill

 

Of material wealth

 

I honestly hope

 

That it hurts you like hell

 

The moment you realize

 

I’m fresh out of chances

 

And possessions

 

Will never be the answer

 

Your idea of happiness

 

An ever-fleeting endeavor

 

And though I feel used

 

Turnabout is fair play

 

So here I am, using you

 

Nothing more than a pronoun

 

A nameless muse for my collection

 

If I do ever publish

 

Here’s to you,

 

Handsome

  • Author: HannahElisabeth (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 20th, 2021 21:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: Yeah... I might be a bit salty...
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Doggerel Dave

    Gotcha - hung and framed, but especially hung; perfect material just waiting to be exploited......
    And you did that Hannah, so neatly but comprehensively. Shouldn't class that as a fun read, but it was.....

    • HannahElisabeth

      Hey I had my fun writing it, I'm glad at least someone could enjoy my extra sass today haha

    • Neville


      Ouch, this hurt and beautifully so .. & thank you for considering my recent scribble ma'am ................. N πŸ™‚

      • HannahElisabeth

        Yours was quite the enjoyable reprieve after writing this one, thank you for stopping by πŸ™‚

      • Coyote

        'Salty' yes and brilliant Hannah! Loved this oneπŸ™‚

        • HannahElisabeth

          Why thank you, glad you enjoyed the salt. MSG free, of course...

          Now that's my cue to walk away and hide haha



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