You warned me not to love you, That you just weren’t worth my time, But your flaws are only fatal, Because I’d kill to make them mine.
Erin Hanson

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You warned me not to love you, That you just weren’t worth my time, But your flaws are only fatal, Because I’d kill to make them mine.
Erin Hanson
Welcome to society, We hope you enjoy your stay, And please feel free to be yourself, As long as it’s in the right way, Make sure you love your body, Not too much or we’ll tear you down, We’ll bully you for smiling, And then wonder why you frown, We’ll tell you that you’re worthless, That you shouldn’t make a sound, And then cry with all the others, As you’re buried in the ground, You can fall in love with anyone, As long as it’s who we choose, And we’ll let you have your opinions, But please shape them to our views, Welcome to society, We promise that we won’t deceive, And one more rule now that you’re here, There’s no way you can leave.
Erin Hanson
There are ghosts of yourself scattered everywhere, Whispers of a moment suspended in time, Where every life that you’ve brushed up against Now lives with a piece of you trapped in their mind.
Erin Hanson
You were born to be a rainstorm, To send your voice throughout the night, To sing your song with falling raindrops, To break the darkness with your light, You were born to show raw beauty, To wash the dirt out from their eyes, But the whole world ran for cover, When you opened up your skies, So you made your thunder silent, And learnt to bite your rainy tongue, You gave them what they thought they wanted, You gave them life with endless sun, But as they watched their lives grow weaker, Watched as their leaves turned brown and dry, They wished they didn’t take for granted, Your booming presence in the sky, You were born to be a rainstorm, To be chaotic and be bold, To show there’s beauty in the knowledge, That you cannot be controlled, Because you might think you’re not needed, Life without you is the same, But nothing beautiful would ever grow, If it wasn’t washed with rain.
Erin Hanson
When you find yourself in darkness, With just the thoughts your mind invents, Is it scarier to have them at all, Or that they’re making sense?
Erin Hanson
Because the birdsong might be pretty, But it’s not for you they sing, And if you think my winter is too cold, You don’t deserve my spring.
Erin Hanson
She had stars behind each eyelid, And a galaxy in her soul, That drew people to her endless heart, Like the pull of a black hole, She was made of earth and fire, Of wishes cast on shooting stars, She was a brand new solar system, Unlike the ones they’d known so far, With constellations ever changing, No one could memorise her skies, And they thought the thing for them to do, Was bring her to their size, They shrunk the universe within her, Told her her vast expanse was wrong, That she should make her life much smaller, If she wanted to belong, As they collapsed her world around her, She felt her inner stars grow cold, Until her life was far too heavy, For her once strong arms to hold, You might wonder how it happened, But I guess that it makes sense, Because a life becomes much heavier, When it’s the universe condensed.
Erin Hanson
They witnessed her destruction, Then were left to wonder why, She saw nothing but darkness, Though the stars shone in her eyes, But maybe they’d forgotten, When they failed to see the cracks, That a star’s light shines the brightest, When it’s starting to collapse.
Erin Hanson
Photos are the only way, To hold on to what you knew, Because the moments they show never change, When the people in them do.
Erin Hanson
Life is unpredictable, It changes with the seasons, Even your coldest winter Happens for the best of reasons, And though it feels eternal, Like all you'll ever do is freeze, I promise spring is coming, And with it, brand new leaves
Erin Hanson
There are ghosts of yourself scattered everywhere, Whispers of a moment suspended in time, Where every life that you've brushed up against Now lives with a piece of you trapped in their mind.
Erin Hanson
I once had a mind of quicksand, That dragged ideas into its depths, Inhaling specks of sunlight, Every time I drew a breath, But the world thought me a hazard, When every word I spoke, I meant, So around me they put caution tape, And filled me with cement.
Erin Hanson
Stories aren't just stories if they've been read through before, for once a cover has been opened they turn into something more. A fingerprint of everyone who's ever turned its pages and a bookmark of the you you were when read at different ages. It's as though with each reread you leave a piece of you behind, a sliver of the past pressed for your future self to find. Until it's no longer the story that makes you pull it from the shelf, but the chance to reunite with younger versions of yourself.
Erin Hanson
Your blindness to my downfall, Has gone too far to be a joke, As I stand ablaze before you, And you tell me you smell smoke.
Erin Hanson
If one of the things you believe in, Is that this world's an ugly place, You must have never gone outside at, And stared up into space, You haven't felt the way the air changes, In the minutes before it rains, Or watched the world pass by below, Out the window of a plane, You've never been awake so early, That you see the moment the sun starts to rise, And you've never lain with your back on the grass, And made shapes with the clouds in the sky, But maybe if you've done all this, But still don't believe it's not true, It's because you can't see all the beauty, That I see when I look at you.
Erin Hanson
The irony of life Is our greatest fear is to forget, Yet it's the only certain fate That anything has ever met. We know one day our earth Will find itself victim to time, That nothing will be left To tell of your story or mine, And still through life we rush Scrambling for something to remember, Perish the thought that ash be ash And not the memory of an ember.
Erin Hanson