before i met you, the butterflies used to whisper something as they passed by. i chased them for a long time. begging them to just speak a little louder.
i ran until my my knees buckled and my palms scrapped the cruel ground. on impact, they finally yelled your name.
my hands have healed, but they still whisper as they pass by.
YOU ARE READING
Bitter
PoetryFor when my thoughts get too bitter for my own head - Not chronological and probably only feels emotional to me. But #idc
