
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