• 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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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