She's continually
slipping
away
from
me.

She floats
silently
ghost-like
in our apartment.

Her dimming eyes
rarely leaving
the bay window
as she watches
the world
Outside.

Yet,
she won't join,
preferring
to flit along
the periphery
as a mere apparition.

Occasionally,
she'll meet my gaze,
begging,
longing,
wanting
me
to
let
her
go,
to
let
her
fade
away
from
me.

Labels: alone, apparition, Damaged, death, fade, heads or tails, heartbreak, isolation, loss, love, pale, poetry, understand, wanting, wishing

You never could spell.
Every letter was a cryptogram
and I was a top-secret hacker,
determined to learn your secrets,
to know you inside
and out.
Nobody knew your story as well as I,
including your confused homonyms
and misspelled words.
Your syntax and semantics
twisted around one another,
unintelligible to the untrained eye.
But I,
I knew the code,
knew which letters spelled my way
into your heart.
Only the meanings were more confused
than even I could imagine.
And soon, I learned that I had confused your definitions
with my own.
Reading into your typos and misunderstandings
more than any logical human being could.
By finally translating your unintelligible babble,
I learned of my own mistake.

You never could spell.


- Hannah Jo, 2009

Labels: english, heartbreak, loss, love, Spell

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

Lust

Eyes darkening,
Toes tingling
warm bodies
and whispered words
One moment of bliss
Often ended...
Alone


Gluttony

My body longs
for you
My hands
itch for you
My lips
savor your taste.
Just can't get enough
of you.



Greed

I just want you
You, you, you.
You belong to
me,
me,
me,
me.
And nobody else.
Mine alone
forever and always.


Sloth

Let's just lay
here...
not move at all.
Our bed is safe and warm
Let's call in to work
Just
this
once.
Make me feel
like I mean something
to you.


Wrath

Why?
How?
Why?
Questions swirling
in my head,
demanding answers.
Craving vengeance
for your betrayal.


Envy

I hate her
for having you first
that moment
belonged
to me.


Pride

Yet, after all you've done,
I still feel better
than you ever could
Because I know
I will always be
prettier
and
smarter
than any of your whores.

- Hannah Jo, 2009

Labels: envy, gluttony, greed, heartbreak, love, lust, pride, seven deadly sins, sloth, wrath

"I'm sorry,"
your false apology
rings in my ears.
"I didn't mean to hurt you"

You think that
automatically gets you off the hook?
For everything else?
You think that’s good enough?

Two little words,
whispered over a static phone line,
are supposed to atone
for all the damage done.

Supposed to repair
years of hurt,
dry the tears
I cried over you.

Honey, that may have worked
in the past
but no more.

I'm through with this,
Because I finally realize
I'm worth far more
than broken promises
and whispered lies.

- Hannah Jo, 2009

Labels: apology, break-up, heartbreak, lies, worth

"I wish we could make this work."
Words whispered quietly
to herself.

Wanting,
wishing,
She could un-see
what had been so obviously displayed.

- Hannah Jo 2009

Labels: heartbreak, love, wanting, wishing

Another train comes tomorrow.
Another plane leaves later today.
But I won't always be here.

You can leave with the setting sun.
You can leave when the wind blows.
But I won't always be here.

You can stay here,
warm my hands with your own,
because I won't always be here.

You can crawl back under the blankets,
stay here safe and warm.
Because I won't always be here.

We can share another nutritious meal,
Spend another breakfast safe in our kitchen corner.
Because I won't always be here.

We can run wildly through the woods,
make love among the wildflowers.
Because I won't always be here.

Or I can pretend to be asleep in my bed,
secretly watching you dress, knowing
You won't always be here.

After you leave, I'll make my pot of coffee,
warm my own hands,
Because I always knew...

You wouldn't be here.

- Hannah Jo 2009

Labels: alone, heartbreak, leaving, love