
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