And your life after that
Is like rheumatic pain.
On the sunny days,
You can act as if nothing happened,
But on the rainy nights,
Even years and years after,  
The familiar pain
Will still be let out of the same wound.

Of course separation is what you want
When there has been a crack,
One that you can’t ever fix.
You know that
Pieces of the puzzle can’t be forced together.
But what you don’t yet know is,
Pulling apart hurts far more.
There is no way out
Of remember what had happened.
Leaving, or staying.
But who said life has to give you a way out?

why do i love the suffering you put me through

I know I'm missing the sun
       Because all I can see
     Are the inside of these familiar windows
  No less alive
But much less bright

“so, did you say it?”

“what?”

“you know what.”

“......”

“the butterflies in my stomach; they flutter when i attempt to.”

“so don’t let them turn into moths. they’d only swarm and rattle more cages.”