• Hannah Flowers

Close 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

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you were a house.

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

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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