i used to look at him and get these 'butterfies' all over me. they'd dance at the sight of him.
maybe they d i e d.
because when i look at him now, i don't feel those butterflies dancing. all i feel is a sharp knife and myself getting lost.
|but maybe i was never on the right path in the first place|
YOU ARE READING
smile, my love
Poetrybut the world is cruel. it will shatter you, make you feel so insecure, make you feel so very sorry, you will think of ways to leave, to stay or to simply s u r v i v e. but you must go on. so, please. smile, my love. * *...
