• 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.

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