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Author Archives: Hanna-Hope O.
My Baby. My Little Cupcake, Mid-Chapter
He listened the way only babies do… fully, without judgment, as if something important lived in the pages. And later, when he rested his head on my shoulder, I realized love had found me mid-chapter, without asking for permission. Continue reading
Under the weight of soft things
The sadness did not arrive loudly. It did not crash in with bad news or sharp loss or some obvious before and after moment. It came the way dusk does… slow, unannounced, spreading until the room looked different and she couldn’t remember when the light had changed. She was under the blankets when it settled … Continue reading
When “I Didn’t Do Anything” Is the Loudest Lie of All
Some people say, “But I didn’t do anything.” And to that I say… EXACTLY. Not doing anything is doing something when the moment clearly called for accountability, or restraint, or simply walking away. Also sometimes, the doing shows up quietly through projection, persistence, entitlement, or the inability to let someone exist without your interference. There’s … Continue reading
Tired Tequila
“Tired” isn’t even the word. I’m sitting here trying to make sense of what’s been stirring in me lately. There’s a tension under my skin… one I’ve been ignoring for too long. It finally spilled over this weekend, after another long night where I thought I was just “celebrating,” but really, I was trying to … Continue reading
Journal Entry: The Official End of Us
I haven’t spoken to him in weeks (not since our last argument) but yesterday, I saw his Instagram story. It was in black and white, which caught me off guard because he rarely posts anything in that filter. Even the significance of the filter felt deliberate, as if it was meant to tell a story … Continue reading
What does “No Contact” truly mean???
Love or lust…in the Time of “No Contact” “This will surely be the last time,” I say to myself. Obviously as a joke now. But wait, are you ready to hear more comedy? Well, I wrote a little poem this time because I’m so tired of reopening doors I once had firmly closed. It’s comical. … Continue reading
Redirected Prayers
At the age of 17, there were two things I really wanted. One thing more than the other. I kneeled beside my bed in the upstairs bedroom of my childhood house in Elk Grove, clasped my hands so tight you would’ve questioned whether I was trying not to let go of the little ounces of … Continue reading
One Wish.
If I told you how many times that the song, “Single Again” by Harmonize replayed through my airpods while I penned my thoughts below then you wouldn’t believe me. To the men for whom I was a moth, drawn to the flame of desire… here is a toast to you. Every time the side of … Continue reading
Fighting the facade.
6am boxing prep with my new trainer – canceled again. As the frustration is pounding in my heart, I find myself wondering what to do with myself this morning now. Speeding through the streets at the same rate as the tears bolting down my face, I can’t help but think about how the past few … Continue reading
Got Hope? 