• Hannah Flowers

it’s a weird place to be,

stuck right in between

i’m still in love with you, and

i deserve more than you gave me

when both are, at once, true


i liked you much more before i loved you

i liked you better before you knew me

your grip is tighter than you think

you can’t hold anything

without crushing it

and i would ask for my heart back

but it’s not the same shape anymore

it would no longer recognize me


and i think your god is funny

you still follow his rules,

but you no longer believe,

you’ve got other people to appease

is that not what hell is?

your blind faithfulness to nothing

outmatched any servitude to me


still, you wave to me from your cubicle

and our water cooler chats

are seemingly without end

as i adjust, mind the grimace,

i am very glad that you asked,

yes, we can still be friends

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