• Hannah Flowers

you tell me to free myself of my chains even while you rattle your own. you are bound to your old ways, i am bound to skin and bone. the truth waits in haunted alleys mistaken too often for home. the beaten flesh hungers for tenderness, a heart-shaped garden, overgrown.

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when you're ugly too

you have a monopoly on beauty but i love you when you're ugly too you had a bad day and you relapsed and now you're crying in my room you keep telling me you're sorry don't know why you act the way yo

severed.

ignoring all of my friends such an easy hole to fall in my giving nature is treasure to such a humble beggar when i keep some of myself to myself, i get greedy forget my table manners do not cherish,

i wish you were a ghost

sometimes i wish you were a ghost so this haunted feeling made any sense in the words that drip from the pen i find your silhouette staring back yet you walk among the living still sow your seeds and