Thursday, March 3, 2011

Butterflies Are Killing Me.

I just realized
The thought
Of my life without you
...still hurts...
I can still feel your presence
Hidden in the shadows
Of my mind
Of my.heart.
And like a severe trauma to the skull
The impact of you
It seems I can't have
What we should have had
(I miss what we had)
I don't know how to make this feeling
Stop trying to scrape its way out of my ribs
Because I want to fucking
...The butterflies are tearing my heart to shreds...
And it feels so good to bleed

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