i remember you
i remember how your breath tickled my skin
when you whispered
how the butterflies inside of me batted their
wings
and made it hard to breathe
but now only the ghost of them remains
the butterflies are dead,
gentle wings having been cut off with razor blades.
and the flowers burned down,
choked by the black smoke
of the cancerous sticks hidden in my bag
i don't need them anymore,
but they were a good distraction
from you
they made it hard to breathe,
just like you used to.
but i don't need to set my lungs on fire
or hear the roar of waves in my mind
to know
that a part of me
is missing
now that you're gone
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♡ under construction ♡
Puisithe girl, not the book. well both i guess. kind of out of order. doesn't make a lot of sense. see for yourself. i may or may not organize / set up a storyline later (warning: very bad poetry lies ahead.)
