Hannah FlowersClose enough to touch
Is also close enough to cut
To open the floodgates
On an overflowing heart
The last time I let myself feel
I couldn’t make it stop
Once the light turns on, it stays on
And lying there, in plain sight
The debris of my whole mind
And you can swim away and I’m stuck
Standing in my own mess
Picking myself back up again
It’s not that I don’t want love
It’s that I have much too much
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