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You once set loose an army of butterflies swarming into my stomach by simply parting your lips and pushing out every beautiful word I'd ever wanted to hear. This happened again, and again, until one day, they filled up every cavern of my stomach and slowly overflowed into my veins. Those butterflies carried your love, and I let them loose through my body because I trusted you. For a while I lived in complete and utter blind ecstasy from shooting your love up my veins and those butterflies drove me insane in the most beautiful and peaceful kind of insanity brought on by so much naive happiness. One day, I can't remember when, you began neglecting the butterflies that filled me from my toes to the smug smile on my face. I slowly felt those loving butterflies freeze, and become something else as their wings --once so delicate and soft enough to tickle me from the inside and create some sort of euphoric bliss-- became frigid, icy glass shards that slowly began to cut through my veins and rip me apart from the inside out until they sliced through my heart just like you did all because you decided to stop loving me.
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
Glass Shards
You once set loose an army of butterflies swarming into my stomach by simply parting your lips and pushing out every beautiful word I'd ever wanted to hear. This happened again, and again, until one day, they filled up every cavern of my stomach and slowly overflowed into my veins. Those butterflies carried your love, and I let them loose through my body because I trusted you. For a while I lived in complete and utter blind ecstasy from shooting your love up my veins and those butterflies drove me insane in the most beautiful and peaceful kind of insanity brought on by so much naive happiness. One day, I can't remember when, you began neglecting the butterflies that filled me from my toes to the smug smile on my face. I slowly felt those loving butterflies freeze, and become something else as their wings --once so delicate and soft enough to tickle me from the inside and create some sort of euphoric bliss-- became frigid, icy glass shards that slowly began to cut through my veins and rip me apart from the inside out until they sliced through my heart just like you did all because you decided to stop loving me.
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
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