Hannah FlowersAlways giving so much of myself
And forgetting to keep some for me
Everyone at my table is fed
But for weeks I forget to eat
Always the one to ask permission
Without questioning why no one asked me
Being everyone else's friend
I've become my own enemy
what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool
can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq
you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh