You've Always Loved Butterflies.

People get so tired of asking what's wrong and you've run out of "nothing"s to tell them. 

You've tried and they've tried but the words turn into ashes everytime they leave your mouth.

They start as fire in the pit of your stomach but come out as puffs of smoke.

You are not you anymore..
And you don't know how to fix this..
And the worst part is...
You don't even know how to try.

You wished to speak. But sometimes it's hard to find the words, the words don't really describe how you feel.

Is that why you play music so loud? A beat to drown your thoughts, sound so high you cannot think, lyrics so close to home you cannot breathe? Trapped somewhere between wanting to forget and wanting to hold on..

You always loved butterflies,
Loved their glass wings,
Their pretty colours,
So I painted your body with bruises and burns, decorated with scars.

I tore your skin, as if you were escaping a cocoon.

Your lips looked like razors, horror dripped from your eyes, but why were you so fearful?

You've always loved butterflies.