i hope the butterflies that used to occupy my stomach sing you the lullabies i will never be able to sing again, for my voice has bade me farewell as soon as you left and has left me with a void that cries out for you; my lungs now gasp for air and my glass fragile heart has shattered into a thousand shards that thirst for the blood that used to run through my veins like honey.

i hope the butterflies guide you for a million years, for i will love you until the end of time.