• Hannah Flowers


also known as the stone of the sun

and you,

also known as the sun to my moon

as shining and bright and new

floating parallel in the sky

and every eclipse brings us closer

but, god, i could never touch you.

though i dream of it

as i roll this yellow rock between fingertips

the cold, hard, smooth on my skin

opposite to how i imagine you

warm and soft and rough

as long as i sleep, never ending.

as long as i live, unknowing,

never enough.

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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


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