• Hannah Flowers

it sure does hurt to lose my love, doesn’t it?

don’t dig yourself a grave if you don’t want to lie in it

the harshest winter is one of indifference

and i don’t believe hell is fire and brimstone

it’s ice and stalactites and sharp, frozen bones

and you stumble upon it on your way home

after a long night with your newest belt notch

your breath riddled with cigarettes and scotch

and i won’t melt you, i’ll stand by and watch

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