it’s been a while
I don’t know how long
I just know
the pictures you sent me
of dead butterflies
I just know
the tree I sat on
while hiding from my friends
working as I hid
hiding as I worked
sticky thoughts like glue
peeling off like bandaids
from the inside of my head
I just know
I loved the way
she made me feel
before I got dark
and the sky
the music
and her face
went dark with me
I don’t know how long
I just know
it’s been a while
and I don’t want to keep writing
about that time in my life
anymore
but it’s still all
I can think about
I can’t not think
about everything getting dark