butterflies stuck inside nets
neither you nor I
capable to carve out a passageway
I am so sorry
for causing you pain again
promise
I did not intend to spill burning coffee
across your tender skin
like I have done over this page
I would spread oil
between your aching joints
aiding you to walk again
as the truth trembles on the edge of my tongue
threatening to flutter away
as bright as the moonlit stars between us
they're never bright enough for me
my lips screamed empty words
as they pressed cold against yours
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 6:40 PM UTC
butterflies stuck inside nets
neither you nor I
capable to carve out a passageway
I am so sorry
for causing you pain again
promise
I did not intend to spill burning coffee
across your tender skin
like I have done over this page
I would spread oil
between your aching joints
aiding you to walk again
as the truth trembles on the edge of my tongue
threatening to flutter away
as bright as the moonlit stars between us
they're never bright enough for me
my lips screamed empty words
as they pressed cold against yours