Is it real?
Or is it my imagination?
I see you my beloved sister
I see you being happy
I see you chasing a blue butterfly
Blonde waves and curls flowing behind you
A short two second glimpse through the sliding doors that lead out of our horrid "home"
Was there actually anytime like this?
Was there anytime I saw you being a child?
Or did I make it up to cope with the screams you cried that haunt me?
Was it something I saw in a movie?
My dear sister do I have any real memories of you that have you happy?
Regardless the answer my lockscreen is butterflies because they make me think of you
YOU ARE READING
How do I Explain?
PoetryTw: trauma These are just little lines of some things that go through my head, I dont know how to explain everything I feel (hint the name) I post these for others to see they're not alone in being confused and trapped in the past
