Maybe if I held onto you so tight you wouldn't leave.
Maybe if I pulled you to my side with enough force you'd stay.
But I was afraid if i held you too tight you'd disappear out of my grasp,
dispersing into a million little butterflies, symbolising the life inside of you.
The life that I lived for.
I was afraid of holding onto you too tight, and you thought my grasp wasn't strong enough.
I loved you so very much,
but you still left,
leaving me the butterflies fluttering in your wake.
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Unspoken Thoughts
Poetrycollection of late night poetry and thoughts ~ madness, heartbreak, love and isolation. a mess of my mind depicted in a book. (lowercase intended)
