• Hannah Flowers

you are the insatiable burning in my ribcage the sharp breath in and the shaky exhale you are the itch in the middle of my shoulders i can not reach far back enough to scratch you are the pollen that falls from the trees incredibly beautiful, then again suffocating you are the late night, dreary-eyed sadness the weary, unrequited lust for relief you are the book i left unfinished just as hard to write as you are to read you are two thousand miles and a cab and a flight of stairs and i am far too fatigued and i know exactly what you are though you know nothing of me

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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