If I do this for you,
if I take the chance,
are you going to hurt me?

If I let you in,
love you
like I loved him,
are you going to tear me apart?
Limb from limb

If I hold your hands,
kiss your lips,
are you going to taste
of her?

If I warm your bed,
wait on you,
will you join me,
reeking
of another woman
and her cheap perfume?

If I trust you,
believe in you,
are you going to deceive me
just
like
him?

- Hannah Jo, 2009

Labels: heartbreak, him, lies, love

Love like you mean it, girl.
Give it away.
Hold him close.
Fingers interlacing,
interlocking.

Stop running.
Stop hiding.

Love him like you mean it.
Nobody can tell
how you truly feel.

You're frigid,
cold,
icy.

Let him warm your hands,
instead of your cooling latte.
Let him warm your heart,
because, girl, you're starting to freeze.

Let him in,
and love like you mean it.

- Hannah Jo, 2009

Labels: happiness, heartless, love, protection

I love you
despite all the awful things
you do
... to yourself,
... to your friends,
... even to me.

Despite
your words
that scar,
that hurt.

Despite the lies
you tell,
that I pretend to believe.

Despite the late nights
with the guys,
When you come home,
back to my bed,
reeking of her.

I love you,
despite the awful things
you do.

But I love myself
more than that.

- Hannah Jo, 2009

Labels: awful things, despite, hurt, lies, love