Hannah Flowersyou made me feel like you loved me
even when you don’t.
it was just enough for me,
ignoring reality for a dream.
though the wool was thin,
it sat snug against
my eyes, nonetheless.
i could sculpt it in my mind
change the script, rewrite,
evolve the ammonite,
tell myself you’ve been kind.
a switch has flipped, though,
you’re different than what i know
you don’t make me feel like you love me
it’s no longer worth breaking bones.
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