Hannah Barham

If I told you I love you
What would you think?
Would you say you love me too?
Or that we're too young?
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When I look upon the graves
Of those who fell before
Neat, bland rectangles
Of yellow and weathered stone
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Oh to be
Enamoured with the idea
Of love
To risk the heart upon a fall
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And here I sit, alone again in the pouring rain.

I know this is the path I chose
I know that this is what you want.
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And death seems the only way out
When hope fades
And life is hard to bear;
The razor is the only friend,
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The day my lover refused to talk,
My heart performed a familiar
Backflip of insecurity and need.
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It's five to nine on a Saturday
night. I'm at work - an hour
to go! - and you're at your
dad's. I'm thinking of us - 
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The imprint of your spine
on my skin.
The scent of you lingers
on the sheets.
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I barely know you
But I miss you
When I don't see you
When my phone doesn't vibrate with a text from you
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Cool Spring breezes caress
Sun-kissed cheeks
As song-birds sing
In early March sunshine.
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I went up St Catherine's Hill with my best friend just as darkness was falling. Watching the city lights come on dotted across the hillside opposite us, compared with the drama of the darkening sky and the velvety blackness of the fields around us struck me, and this is the result.

Eyes drift over nature's gentle twilight
Calm darkness drops into valley and hollow
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I watch my lover as he goes
in combat gear
hefting a heavy load -
his pack, his gun,
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'I'll be fine
I know I will
I always am.'
The biggest lie.
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Stranded
in my own little world of pain.
Alone
where I most need to be loved.
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All the things I tried to love,
All the people I was ripped open for,
All the hurt I tried not to feel,
All the pain that screwed me up inside,
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I don't care
That you chose her over me.
I've done better for myself
Than you.
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If it’s hard for him
To look me in the eye
To know it’s over him I’m crying,
How hard does he think
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I try to be strong
To hide the way I feel
That my world is falling
That my heart's not beating
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A wolf went for a walk one day
Through blossomed woods; the month was May
Little did he think to find
A troubled lass, of unsound mind.
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You know I'm sorry
For everything I did
Every mistake I made
Every muddled conversation.
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