Hannah loves books.

we love ourselves so much

we can’t believe in it all

and we give up our own intuition 

I’m dreaming of a place 

that I can exhale into

breathe into

find my own self that’s intact

that won’t fall through the pieces of mind

give me peace on a shrine

give me some kind of artifact 

that’s pretty and

ancient

too delicate

to keep in my home

in a box

out of sun

to never see

it again

that’s what we do with our things

to preserve

then forget

what is inside our boxes

and inside our homes

bulldoze it all

and just start over again

I’m fantasizing about

Rhinestone covered nostalgia

Old friend

Old darling

Can we repair

What once was golden

And so pure

Child-like

Pristine

And charming

Can we restore?

It will take a special kind of care

Be gentle

And skeptical

Cause my heart is so damn delicate

And sensitive

Beyond my steel frame shell

I’m a human

And don’t you remember

the way things used to be?

So curated

Elaborate and

Wholesome

And one

The sum of the parts

That we loved and we cherished

Adored until they perished

So softly

So faintly

We barely even said a fucking thing

Barely acknowledged a fucking thing

Barely fixed a goddamn thing

All the broken things

We’re just broken things

The remains

But that’s okay

I’m okay

We don’t have to repair

What once was there

We’re okay

It’s all okay

Watch the leaves turn to auburn

The leaves fall

And then burn

Away

You’re so far away

And that’s okay

I’m okay