WRITING
Here is to the boy...
Here is to the boy who does not know...
The one who wants to see 'how it goes.'
The one that really likes you but 'Isn't sure.'
The one who'd lay sweet kisses on you.
The one who claims he misses you.
The one who pulls away because he is afraid.
The one who says he doesn't want you to wait.
Dear boy,
I am not afraid.
I know what I want.
I am sure.
I am busy but I will find time for you.
I am not afraid of getting serious.
I will share vulnerable moments.
I will be honest.
And although I may miss you,
I will move on.
I will move on because I trust myself.
I will move on because I am not afraid.
I will move on because while you are unsure of me,
I am sure of myself.
-Hannah P. Jaffe
COMIC ART 2016
Although you may reach out
demanding words you think you need
My heart and mind determine,
they will not be heard from me.
And although you could believe
that I carry hate in me
My silence is but simply
retreating from your instablity.
I do not know where your head is
and I cannot see your heart
but if your mind is chaos
and your hollow body echoes guilt
The inner piece you haven't seeked
will be a lonely route.
If anxious actions fill your finger tips
and insecurity causes you to yearn for more
My reaction screams back silence
Just because you want me when you're bored.
When you're bored
Hannah Jaffe June 10, 2016
Model Mother
by Hannah Jaffe
A powerful woman lives within me
A powerful woman is someone I must be
A powerful woman echoes and screams,
far too aware of the potential she keeps.
She scratches my scalp and claws through my skin
As the surface stays calm she shouts from within.
She is the knot and the headache I fake
after every understandable mistake I re-make.
Collected and kind, she speaks her mind
while knowing the pain my heartache intakes.
“Learn!” she preaches again and again
“Do not be consistently made a fool by a man.”
I let him touch me again.
His touch felt familiar
His humor the same
Everything that once drove me mad
Dissipated into an almost boring and
Oh so familiar type of pain.
I once wanted to explore you
To anticipate your toxic confusion
To find lust in your potential
And a way to be your single source of pleasure
In a mind filled with angst.
But now I see what you are
A once nostalgic memory
Who is now a simple minded and over-rated
Fading bruise that was lingering on my brain
I’ll call you one quick stop
Down a dusty and morbid memory lane
As my silent foot-steps leave blood prints
On white sheets that will soon be washed away.
A short return
A hostile purge
In someone’s life-style that was clearly my long-finished phase.
I’ll justify the visit, “He was painfully aggressive but not in the attractive way I had reminisced about. Rather in a hungry and selfish manner.
I am bored of him
His deep-set family issues stick
His once so wild way of life
Is just an over-rated façade
For a slightly heartless, selfish prick.”
I’ll end the controversial explanation
With a statement of realization,
“He used to leave me swollen, wanting more
Now I am bruised and fully sure he is not the man I am looking for.”
I grab my keys
And as I leave
I take a slightly shame filled moment
To see the most familiar, beautiful face
That I’m sure will be forever left unchanged.
A Familiar Face
by Hannah Jaffe June, 2016