Those butterflies I felt,
that fluttered to the zenith of  dangerous firmaments,

they too die.

People get lonely,
And that's okay.

But I want to be lonely with you,
Is that okay too?

A foolish woman is clamorous;
She is simple, and knows nothing.
For she sits at the door of her house, On a seat by the highest places of the city,
To call to those who pass by, Who go straight on their way: “Whoever is simple, let him turn in here”;
And as for him who lacks understanding, she says to him, “Stolen water is sweet, And bread eaten in secret is pleasant.”
But he does not know that the dead are there,
That her guests are in the depths of hell.
Proverbs 9:13‭-‬18 NKJV

You came providing a shelter.
I found comfort and safety.
But after a while I realised
That you were blocking the sun and rain.
And I slowly withered away.

Once you finally decided to leave
Sun rays brought life and
the rain refreshment.
And I was finally able to bloom again.

I sit in pain that I've felt before
And once again I'm alone.
Picking myself up once more.

I really wanted things to be different this time.

You try to reassemble the fragments of the trust you once had.
You collect the pieces without contaminating them with your anger, bitterness, callousness and discombobulation.

You console yourself with memories that aren't tainted with the hurt.
You try...

But you get weary and distant.

And you don't put much effort in the trust you're trying to rebuild.
Because why should you clean up a mess made by someone you love?