It's not a phase, just depression

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Again.
These butterflies yet again are hunting me.
Yet again they have found their way back into my ribcage,
dancing around,
proud and happy about their win.
Still, I need to be careful,
I can't let them hurt you.
The's butterflies have venom in them,
wanting to sunk those little teeth into your body so you would break,
But don't worry.
I won't let them.
You're too precious to me,
too rare.
I'll never could fine someone to replace you,
So I'll keep them in for how long I possibly can.
Just to save you,
save you from dropping any droplet of red.
Even if it hurts me.
You,
You are worth the pain.

~06.01.2018