• 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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