individuals, dozens of them
prying until the sun
lit up the grounds
it felt like the heavens
when you did not
yet my smile
appeared too soon
faltered when you left me
bounded with affection —
crippled butterflies
leaving to never
fly near again.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC
individuals, dozens of them
prying until the sun
lit up the grounds
it felt like the heavens
when you did not
yet my smile
appeared too soon
faltered when you left me
bounded with affection —
crippled butterflies
leaving to never
fly near again.
façade faded every sentence you uttered directed at me
