22 ~ telling him (pt. 2)《nico》

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I looked into his
galaxies
to see how many stars had
exploded while he slept in
a different house last night.

tears leaked out of them as if
waterfalls were all he was made of,
as if instead of freezing him up,
I warmed him up,
I burned him, but
not in a good way.
I can't help but wonder
if this is all my fault.

he squeezed my hand tighter
than when watching that old
horror movie, and I knew he
was afraid but I wasn't sure if
I could protect him.

he whispered to me,
I realized how close we were
for only a second.
he said two words that
would change us.
there's always two words.
just t w o.
these two I never knew
could bring such dread.

he's moving away from me.
my butterfly is traveling,
but who knew he'd fly
a w a y.

"I-I. . ." I stammer,
there's nothing I could think of to say,
that would explain the galaxies
that he awoke inside of me,
that I never really knew were there,
of love and happiness,
exploded and burned like
I was in the underworld,
like I was dying
and finding my way to
my sister and my
mother and my
father, I
never knew my chest could
close so tightly and get
so queezy and I never knew
I could cry without feeling
the tears over the pain,
and I thought my fears washed away
but my river of tears
had failed,
and I remember how wrong I was
thinking back on that night
of how it'll be okay.

this won't be okay.

"w-will, I love you. . ."
I manage, like I'm strangled,
out of breath, throat dry
from the fires in my stomach
and the pinching in my guts.
and he c r i e d, my
butterfly cried, and it
h u r t.

nothing is okay.

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