Butterflies
don't exist
when you
talk to me.
Instead, I
feel at ease,
as though I've
known you my entire life. The rest of the
world is silenced to a low buzz, not quite
"you and I", yet we still have our very own                  ittle infinity.

She fell in love with November,
for the way the sun shined down on
decaying leafs
and chilling temperatures danced upon the tips of her fingers,
providing her with a perfect balance between life and death.

She presented herself to the world in this manner,
always happy and bright, but never content,
as days carried on cracks in her skin led to trails of pieces on the ground.
Her eyes often flickered between a beautiful orange and a sickly brown.
Her heart, as much as it wanted to be warm was deafly cold.

She was a mystery.

And as December rolled in and the world froze over in darkness,
so did she.
The only light in her life was the moon.
how badly I wish she could've loved a month like June.

I have a million things to say to you
about how you made me feel
how worthless you made me feel
how broken you made me feel
and I could write you a list
I could mail it to you
I could write you a song
I could sing it to you
I could scream it at you
I could cry to you all the things you did to me
tell you how much I loathe you
I could tell you how you WRECKED me
how you RUINED things in my life
how you destroyed those that I care about and love
I could etch it into your skin
leave it in a note on your doorstep
burn it into the wood of your backyard fence
...but I won't.
You really don't even deserve to know what you did to me anymore
So goodbye now.
Even though you're not even worth a goodbye to me anymore.

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A single last scarlet autumn leaf, still clinging to the branch despite knowing that winter is coming. Maybe doomed, but a noble thing to do with its last moments of existence. To stay by the side of the tree through the cold when it is almost entirely bare. A spark of hope.

A single last petal left on a plucked daisy, he loves me. Maybe not true but a delicate type of fragile beauty. A single silken pure white petal. A spark of hope.

A single last person by the bedside of a stranger on their deathbed. Holding the hands of the terminal patient as life fades out of their body like blowing out a candle. A spark of hope.

It only takes a single last spark of hope.

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Muted, muffled, dull thud on concrete,
Staggered, drunken, half conscious nobody,
Starved, seeking, worried about payments,
**** in hand, knocking on the wrong doors,
Fire and brimstone stoked in the belly,
Mad, strange, appetizing burlesque eyes,
Obnoxious smacking and licking of parched lips,
Rolling on half rationed legs,
Quiet, sullen, mournful footsteps,
Presently placed awkwardly one in front of the other,
Memory serves correctly, destitute, reprise,
Thunderclaps and crashing roars,
Almost forgotten, with great relief,
Soon, very soon, to be lost forever,
Candlelight, sobbing vigils, no power,
Nail, Nail, Nail,
Praise in the box, graffiti walled,
Like a bathroom stall, just as ******,
Docile dissolving vessels,
Brought to the commonplace dropoff,
Settled down and greatly relieved.

Okay, so basically the last time I knew you
Like really knew you
You had sharp edges
But I loved you like a sister
I really, really did.
That's why it almost shattered me
When I stopped knowing you
Because you changed
In a horrible, horrible way
The last time I stopped knowing you
You were a wildfire
Spreading too quickly
Destroying everything you came near
Everything that was ever close to you
Including us
Including me
That's when I really didn't know you anymore
The last time I really didn't know you anymore
You were just on the very edge of the chasm you created yourself
Living in a world of black, white and gray photographs from the past
The last time I saw you
You were a silent blizzard
You wore that same old long sleeved shirt
And I know why
Now I hear about you
With the wrong crowd
Probably with a cigarette between your teeth
Smoking ****
And God knows what else
I remember when you would look with distain at those who are so young
And killing themselves slowly
Now you are just another one of them
Now you are just another lost stupid teenager
Giving up on being strong
And you know what
I would almost feel sad
That the girl I loved like a sister
Has died
And been replaced
With whoever the hell this ***** is who looks like you and goes by your name
But you know what
I don’t even care anymore
***** you
You broke our bond, me, those I love and care about
By extension also my mother, ruined things for my family
WRECKED your family
So ***** you
I laughed when I heard what a disaster you have become
Because all those other last times
You had sharp edges, were a wildfire, lived on the edge of a chasm, and wore long sleeves
Now your edges have slit your soul,
You’ve set fire to your own life,
Fallen into the endless abyss and are tumbling to your death
With worse secrets than just a couple cuts on your wrists that sleeves can conceal
You are going to be a mess by the end of this
But you know what
Good.
I don’t care
I have a life to live
And just because you have given up on living
Doesn’t mean I have to
Sorry it had to end this way
But it is really your fault
And I am never going to forgive you for that
For what you did to me
A couple hours ago
Was the last time I heard any news about you
And now
All you are
Is a mess
And dead inside
But I’m not
You won last time I suppose
But now
I have finally won
Because I am alive and happy
And you are not
You can’t hurt me anymore
And now
You are just hurting yourself

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