Empty head
Empty stomach
Everything feels different
But I’m not gonna cry to you again
You feel just as empty as I do

Gravity pulls my glasses down my nose
While the weight of the world closes my eyes
I would push them up
But I don’t want to see your right now
It would only hurt more

Why did I let you read it
This meant so much to me
My one safe place
Now the words I wrote about you in painful ink
Are on display for you to see
If you actually pay attention to the words

How can I teach you to breath
When right now I’m not even sure how

I told you I would be there
But what Do I say
…Im sorry

This word stands out among many others
For some reason this word feels innocent
It feels like giggles
It feels like bubbles popping in my stomach
Not like butterflies
But the feeling before I knew what butterflies were

Live just to die
Beauty so rarely seen
Consumes for only a month
With just a week with its wings
Just a week
A week to entrance
A week to lead someone through the woods
A week to never show urself truly
And a week to break a girls heart
Over the internet
When she reads that this angelic moth only lives for a week.