
Hannah Flowers
you 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.