• Hannah Flowers

you sleep next to one of your lovers

i sleep next to a bottle of wine

on some level we connect

being alone and being sober

the same hurt with a different vice


you ponder your next move

whose heart to break next?

it eases the pain

making sure someone else knows

what you’re going through

so you’re not the only one hurt


i put my feelings back inside

another shot for each night i’ve cried

filling myself with poison

seems better than being empty

i’d rather a flask than a heart


i wish i could press restart

undo all of the wounds

that left us so barren

but here we bleed out

numbing the pain by any means

a karmic cycle on repeat

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