purple butterflies ━━ l.mh + h.js

twelve

if you're lost and alone

or you're sinking like a stone

carry on

may your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground

carry on

carry on, carry on

i thought this would be scary.

but when he answers - the sound of his voice is like music and i can't even process anything else. his words are like honey but it's not like yours, not like he was trying to hurt me.

and that word, yes, like liquid sugar seeping through my veins.

the eye of the hurricane. everything that was lost, every time you hurt me whips around me and away from me.

becayse i'm here with him.

and when i put down the phone, a single purple butterfly flies slowly past my window.

and lands on the sill. 

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purple butterflies 🖤